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    Temperature

    He used to make me so hot. Then things became lukewarm. We dropped to a little below room temperature.

    I remember one day we were having a conversation

    And there were words said that got each of us on edge.

    While he managed to make it safely to secure ground

    And I was timidly easing away from the cliff

    He said “chill”

    And I froze.

    I’m insulated now when he’s around.

    Because fuck him.

    I’ll be my own fire.

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