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Feb 2015
The day whistles in a breeze,
coming in through a crack in the window.
The bright curtains move ever so slightly,
and I'm able to see the snow.

It's a dreary morning,
grey clouds jostling for position.
I turn to look at you,
but you're no where to be found.

Was I dreaming,
and all was well with us?
The yesterdays seems like a distant memory,
and I'm too scared to think about them.

I want to find a rose,
and give it to you.
Let you know how much you mean to me,
but the pedestals just crumble to the ground.

I wonder where you are,
I seemed to have misplaced  my feelings.
My heart beats a loneliness inside,
and the thought of losing you comes to mind.

I hear the whispers inside my head,
reminding me that our relationship turned into clay.
I never thought it was the beginning of the end,
and here I sit crying on valentine's day.
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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