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When We Talk
- Aniyah Walters
- Jul 1, 2021
- 1 min read
it’s like skating
on thin ice.
I watch for the cracks
as you jump and stomp
before we fall into frigid water.
The coldness hit
hard like your words.
Your icey eyes
pierce my soul.
When we talk,
it's like getting stuck
under thin ice—
frozen and unable to move.
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