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Created on 5-14-07
My hands and toes are Cold
The tip of my nose feels gone
Tears don't seem to understand;
they are not wanted
What will tears fix?
My tears connot heal
Cannot put her to right
Cannot undo the wrong
Wrong that was never mine to do
I cannot avenge her with their salt
My hands are Cold
Breath shivers out of me
Again my eyes do not listean
I do not wish for them to flow
Nothing can take it back
What is done is done
And if my friend
is alone and scared
what can a tear do?
It cannot hold back the night,
the Cold will still be there
The tip of my nose feels gone
Tears don't seem to understand;
they are not wanted
What will tears fix?
My tears connot heal
Cannot put her to right
Cannot undo the wrong
Wrong that was never mine to do
I cannot avenge her with their salt
My hands are Cold
Breath shivers out of me
Again my eyes do not listean
I do not wish for them to flow
Nothing can take it back
What is done is done
And if my friend
is alone and scared
what can a tear do?
It cannot hold back the night,
the Cold will still be there
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