They said.
Opening my arms,
I wrapped myself.
It wasn't warm.
Loneliness is cold.
In desperation,
I rubbed my hands
Hard.
They caught fire.
Though,
I'm all burnt.
The deep blue of winter
Is not yet gone.
Your parents fought hard to Settle on a common name for you After your birth. As a compromise your dad Prefixed you secretly after his ex. C...
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