Dead Paper

"My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!
And yet they seem alive and quivering..."

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buried somewhere deep beneath our frozen skin, fading quick, and retreating in, lie faint flickers  of a youthful pulse,  trying to burn again.

buried somewhere deep

beneath our frozen skin,

fading quick,

and retreating in,

lie faint flickers 

of a youthful pulse, 

trying to burn again.