Cold Hands, Burning Heart. Poem by Lily Espinosa

Cold Hands, Burning Heart.

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I thought my heart was cold,
Like my hands.
Lifeless,
Dead,
Incapable of warmth.
Executing an action,
Lacked the feeling.
How wrong can one person be?

More alive
Than it ever has been
The blood screams.

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