Baby, It's Cold Outside
Sharp razors painfully shave the clear blue sky. Brittle arctic wind of glacial breath burns dry ice white, a raw caress. Oh, tender skin.
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Laurie_B
I have been writing poetry and fiction for several years now. It is truely one of my great pleasures in life to create beauty with words.
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