Warm-blooded girl
Enveloped by ice
Layers of past curl
Around her, a vice
Mess of contradictions,
She thrives
On living in fiction,
Does what she can to survive
Injects fire, inside
It keeps her blood hot
Flies her higher and higher
It’s all that she’s got
Goes to work
Nine to five,
Wearing her smirk-
Pretends she’s not in a nosedive
Home, safe
She smoulders
Warm-blooded waif
Still, each time is colder
Can’t keep this up for much longer.
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