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Saturday, March 18, 2006

"The Cold"

The cold is rigid, constricting, suffocating. It is the unattending steel that slices into your back when you find yourself strewn across a bench in the abandoned city park. It is the icy instrument, the doctor's device that inherits the detached drumming of a beaten heart. Blunt, forceful and compassionless, it is the aftermath of a hopeless love affair.