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The winter breeze
hugs me tight,
and my heart becomes
as cold as ice.

No one dares
to keep me warm
nor bring back its fire.


Because doing so
means you have to die.
That **** smile
and manly scent.
Those mysterious look
and mesmerizing lips.
Boy, I can't help but fall
while missing you so...
Only one last leaf
left hanging.
Just one last
memory to vanish.
For me to let go,
the love that I have
a long time ago.

— The End —