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My heart is not beating where did it go
I move as fast as lighting
I'm pale as snow where did my color go
I have cravings for blood why is that so
I have sharp teeth that i use to eat
I am frozen to your touch
What happend to me because my heart is not beating

Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: snow
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