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Cold ToesCold toes / are not like frozen fingers / which can linger intertwined

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Feb 28, 2012

SnowdayThe day had been set, / And we were all ready-- / The crunchy snow was waiting too—

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Feb 27, 2012

Broken. I fell and scattered, shattered / into a thousand pieces / across the room,

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Feb 27, 2012

(Invisible)P a c i n g, / **POUND**ing, / high

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Feb 27, 2012

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