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By RebeccaBeth_88 Date: 2010 Oct 14 Comment on this Work [[2010.10.14.23.10.963]] |
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It's cold here. I feel it. My bones ache from it. This cool, cruel whip will not let me rest. Sometimes I want to reach out for You. Sometimes I pretend that You're beside me, cold too. Sometimes I wish that what runs down my face is healing. It won't fix me. Perhaps Your hands will. There is no blanket on this earth that will warm me, No source of heat that will sear away the pain Quite like Your heart. Embrace me now, I pray. Surround me. For it's cold here. So cold. And I feel it. |