She is cold but her eyes are warm.
those frigid stares,
can behold the benevolent of someone.
her intelligent mind can create catastrophe,
but accustom it to disperse kindness.
her bitterness is the sweetness in my life.
she is the queen of the ice,
a glassware ice that is fragile to touch.
this evil-eyed yawn girl is my angel.
ours is a connected faith by a curse pill.
a journey we face unitedly,
me and her is something cannot be detached.
a partner that I will protect in my entire life.
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