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Transformations




Raging storm
or soft, caressing wind
touching your face,
Frozen shell
covering
smouldering heat,
Cynical mind
hiding
dreams and imagination,
Opinionated
but so understanding,
Lonely
in a sea of people,
Afraid
but a wondering, restless soul
Ice cold
untouched lips
waiting
for a defrosting kiss,
Older
and still a child,
Composed
but full of insecurities,
Quiet
with so many things to say,
Unfeeling
with so much pain inside
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