my body is a refrigerator
and my head is the freezer
you can open me up
and peer inside
my head is filled with frozen thoughts
frozen dreams
you can see the coldness of my heart
and the magnets of happiness on my exterior
with cold feet
can you tell I'm afraid to move on?
can you see passed the Popsicles and produce?
can you still see me?
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