as the icy cold chill seems to jump down my spine
then yet up again back to my cooling heart that barley beats
no matter how hard I breath it stops for yet another second
or was that one two I cant tell any more
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Becca, reading your work is like reading that of so many different people...you have this amazing ability to stun your reader, and you never know what your going to get next...great work