Flames Of Cold Poem by soren Barrett

Flames Of Cold

Ice that burns to finger touch, once tender skin now held in its clutch
Passion's sweat turned solid glue stuck to a cold shell of one that withdrew
A touch turned cold that burns like fire, bonded by frosty steel's desire
To hold, grasp, endure, retain frigid memories held in pain

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