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.:nicotine queen:.

no one sees her ( Janie )
walk on me again
i see the grace so impure
i guess the night
into tonight
she runs away so cold~ flu
remember wrists and lips
remember your tears
a barren, solid apathy
the ice in her eyes
the frozen breath
blue, sticken, cold, shaken *back*