He's Cold
I stretch my warmth out to him HIs coldness retreats and shudders as I caress his scarred face My warm tendrils sink into him and spread all over, changing him. He smiles and giggles like a schoolgirl as we look each other in the eyes he's my world, and i can only hope to undo this ice age that has plagued my world.
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