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Caspre Shade
Nov 3 · 3 min read

‪It’s a cold night. ‬

No body heat to warm up with.

No affection to soothe the numbing painful of love and rejection.

No respite from the lies of love and affection.

No break from the games of (I want you, him and the next one.)

‪It’s a cold night. ‬

The wind chill is really just the wind chilling as no breathe passes my lips that aren’t my own on a night where I don’t want to be alone.

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Caspre Shade

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The Photographers Poet. — Capture the world one photograph at a time. A few selections & more from a potential poetry book. Being creative is my ninja way!

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