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frozen grapes, stuck to the bottom of the plastic container. they taste icily sweet on my tongue; funny how i wear a jacket indoors, yet eat these spheres of cold fears untold maybe i'm just trying to get so cold i'll freeze 'cause i'm afraid of getting burnt. (already halfway there, their, they're) don't get so close to the f(i)yre it's a funeral pyre lower the degrees i sneeze: absolute zero ('cause that's what i am, anyway) |