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 | ShiveringSmell of sweat
 Cold memories
 And the sound of someone’s
 foundation being ripped apart
 “No”
 I always get the ones who
 leave you shivering
 The ones who push you
 out the door
 So you stand there—
 Wiping snow from your fingers
 And dripping pain on your heart
 
 
 
 By Christie Clark
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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