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Mar 2011
With adventures that never seem to last, I miss you already, Never grown so attached while fighting, Words seem to get lost when I speak, And sleep drags beneath, But the cold holds me to, The heat of yesterday has departed, my dreams with it, my skin remembers, my mind in replay, I'm drifting in the heat.
Written by
Jerika Cori
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