"You can't leave me cold,"
I tell him, grabbing his hand.
He pulls away and replies,
"That's the way I intended to leave you."
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PoetryA collection of short poetry that will pierce the skin, but not slice you open.
What He Said
"You can't leave me cold,"
I tell him, grabbing his hand.
He pulls away and replies,
"That's the way I intended to leave you."
