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Minus ten in blinding blizzard at midnight Snow insulation isolates me from feeling Cold sensation freezes me from your touch And a contrasting black emptiness inside Is a deeper sort of empty for me now.
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Feb 9, 2012
Feb 9, 2012 at 9:22 AM UTC
A Deeper Sort of Empty
Minus ten in blinding blizzard at midnight Snow insulation isolates me from feeling Cold sensation freezes me from your touch And a contrasting black emptiness inside Is a deeper sort of empty for me now.
ian-beckett
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Irish
Feb 9, 2012
Feb 9, 2012 at 9:22 AM UTC
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