I suppose I met too many fridgid souls in my life, and found in me little but present echoes of their struggles. I wanted to laugh at this tragedy because I refuse to cry.
Fridgid to any sensations deep or shallow, a touch, the lost caress over the brushed steel of the icebox.
Their coldness is my loss because I can’t give them what would make them whole.
The Raven's Nest 
…RIGID….
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Abstract, subtle brilliance … thus I wonder how you came up with this. Well done!
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I suppose I met too many fridgid souls in my life, and found in me little but present echoes of their struggles. I wanted to laugh at this tragedy because I refuse to cry.
Fridgid to any sensations deep or shallow, a touch, the lost caress over the brushed steel of the icebox.
Their coldness is my loss because I can’t give them what would make them whole.
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Thanks for sharing your thoughts with me! 🙂
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