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I see you as if you are white blood upon red snow

Burning the ice you touch

I feel you as if you are frost on flame

Hardened and then melting

I need you as if you are the ground that carried my weight

And I shall fall



To feel the scarlet blush run again in your pale cheeks

But I have already crushed you



In my hands you have become

But an empty bed

Soiled sheets

A dent on my pillow