Skepticism, Doubt & Other Negative Clutches 

Crispy cold

She tries to 

Mold 

Her icicles around

My heart

I shake my

Head

To refuse her

Debt

But I was lost 

At the very start 

A lonely day

I spend away

Trying to keep us

Apart

But the doubt

Crawls in

That I’m full of

Sin

And shouldn’t have been 

born

With a heart

Kait King 2017

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