smooth ice. crisp stars. laughter. fingers tingle. cheeks numb. soft hands. your whispering in my ear. the cold is bitting my eyes. shiver. heart beat. face in neck. soap...
"i may be in love with you"
unknown. warm lips on my forehead. now cheeks. hmmm. no longer cold. brightest stars. ice skating on late january nights.
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