On a dead heart

Clammy hands holding my breathless heart

Squeezing it

Red rivulets flowing down

Your cold fingers

Trying to extract

All the warmth

That once flowed through my veins;

Do you not know that dead things

Have no more heat

Than the ice veins

Running in a glacier?

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