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Feb 2015
Warm as the very light touch of frost
cold as the new born sun of tomorrow
intertwined in our opposites we lay
your heart, hotter still
your skin, still alive
I rest, alone
wondering when you will not come
John Pilgrim
Written by
John Pilgrim  London
(London)   
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