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Cold Hands

from S​/​T by Elle

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Fate have its way. I saw this future. Vague with a splash of sarcasm.
I'll close my eyes so they don't play tricks on my ears.
Distant conversations, too many to hold, too many to read.
Interpret what? The mind and all of its fallacies? Keep quiet and let them turn you.
Cold hands, so calculated. The warmth left long ago.
A landscape devoid of life. Pale. Premeditated.
Fata Morgana. Complex. Distorted.
Closer than before but farther than you ever knew.

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from S​/​T, released November 18, 2016

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