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Katy Stratton Apr 2016
An icy night falling,
But I don’t mind
The prevailing wind
Against the pitch-black darkness
Engulfing me
I’ve seen how cruel life could be
The smoke out the chimneys
Mocking me
Their warmth taunting me
Holding my breath
Waiting for death
The darkness like the fruit of the poisonous tree
When the warmth reaches for me
His hands like silk nuzzle me
Cuddle me
Taking me into the warmth
His breathe chilly and calming
I’m sobbing
Next thing I know it’s morning
I found my Prince Charming.

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