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Jan 2016
Your icy breath brushes my neck
on summer days when no one sees.

I doubt that you ever

belonged to me.
I don't recognize your spirit.

Tell me
what it is you want
and maybe I can set you free.
Emily B
Written by
Emily B  45/F/Kentucky
(45/F/Kentucky)   
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