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  • Writer's pictureBerk

Death as cold as ice


I'm afraid to confess to my soul,

I had strange thoughts in your absence

Did you become my death?

In crazy affairs, I did it to myself!


How could I get out of this intense love?

Did I throw myself out of my life in matters of the heart?

Like the birth of the deceased

Did I cut myself off from it?


Actually, I don't want to know what happened

In these matters of the heart, I let it become a flame!

I'm dead as ice

After your death!

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