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CGW

WHAT ONCE WAS WARM IS NOW COLD.
WHAT BEFORE HAD BEEN YOUNG HAS NOW WITHERED AND DECAYED.
MY HOT BEATING HEART HAS BEEN PRICKED BY A SPINDLE MADE OF ICE,
THE BLOOD FREEZING IN DROPLETS AS THEY FALL NEATLY INTO MY SOUL, SHATTERING AS THEY MEET WITH THE PIT OF MY STOMACH.
THE SCARLET CRYSTALS NEVER TOUCHED MY SOUL.
IT HAD LONG SINCE BEEN NUMBED BY YOUR WORDS OF LUST.
THESE WORDS TASTELESSLY SAID AT A TIME WHEN MY THOUGHTS OF YOU HAD BEEN MORE POWERFUL THAN ANY REASONING MY MIND TRIED TO OVERWHELM THEM WITH.
IT IS AS IF YOU HAD STOPPED IN YOUR TRACKS WAITING FOR ME TO CATCH UP,
AND THEN SPRINTED OUT OF MY REACH.
I LONG TO HOLD YOU.
BUT THAT WILL NOT HAPPEN.
TO FEEL YOUR WARM BREATH ON MY COLD SKIN.
BUT YOU WERE THE ONE WHO MADE IT COLD.
YOU HAD BEEN THE ONE TO FASHION THE SPINDLE, AND WHO HARSHLY THRUST IT INTO ALL THAT WAS LEFT OF MY HOPE,
TURNING IT INTO A FROZEN WASTELAND.

SMS 11-8-96