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Friday, January 26, 2007

January 24

Bitter cold
Feeling every loss
They come back to you
During the black of winter
Memories envelop you
Pain caresses
Alone looking out
Lover’s faces stare at you from frosted windows
Tea tastes of tears
Hiding
Wake me when it is spring
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