I often feel
cold
and detached
You see this
in what I say
Or more
in what I write.
Cold
So very cold
and numb.
Clinical.
Sterile.
Just deliver the message
And leave you empty.
It's freezing
And these are my words
So...
So...
C
o
l
d.
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A butterfly flits by Under the bridge to hide And doesn't wish to tell exactly why Nerves unravel where they lie Let's not be fit to...
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Trying to decide if I'm going to color it traditionally or digitally. I might do a version of each.
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