You Know I Don't Love You

           I can't escape this bone-chilling cold.    
            You know I don't love you…yes, you told
            me, a hundred times before,
                              in all my other lives and deaths;
                      how could I forget?

            and I recall, with slow and measured breaths,
                      I never asked you to!

~Broken Wings~

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