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Dec 2015
The air
Is cold
My hands
Are shaking
I am
Shaking violently
Waiting for,
You
Out in
The winter
Rosey red,
Your cheeks are
Your smile warms me
The winter is cold
Your warm
Thinking of you
Written by
Isabel Rodriguez  Washington
(Washington)   
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