Sometimes I can write a mountain about my feelings, but today 4 lines seems like more than enough.

She shivers from touches and embraces the cold,

Burns away bridges while still on the road,

Cascades across creation, fearing nothing but home;

A heart doused in umbra, a living catacomb.

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