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Nov 2015
my hand are cold as ice
there shakeing like runing mice!

my hands are the color of the dark moon
as  it becomes dawn

as i fight the unatural
of the powefull nature

as i go into the wind
i take my last cold breath
richard paul reinhardt
Written by
richard paul reinhardt  sc blacksburg
(sc blacksburg)   
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