This cold, it clings to my skin
Fills my senses and rushes through my brain

My physical senses don't feel it, they became numb to the pain long ago
But elsewhere it still burns, the chill inflicts searing pain

A cold shoulder never intended to inflict this
Intentions never do as they say, never
Hence this chill, this ache, this pain

I wrap myself up, sit inches from a fire
Burn my skin, black and cracked from a naked flame on a naked body
Yet I grow colder still and burn a little longer

I need a different fire, I need to be burnt by something else'¦

someone else.

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