Voyeur
The cold indifferent gaze that manages to melt my comportment into guarded shivers holding back every distorted impulse to strip it all away and catch my death of cold Frozen staring as you disappear
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itsjustme
When there are too many words, I write. When there aren't enough, I sing.
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