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Feb 2013
Warm winter mornings after leaving her arms...Snow dancing around me alarms me...Without her warm safety...realizing that it is a cold world...The farther I move away...freezer burn, making me return...To the warm winter..Cuz the summers just to cold, spring is way too bold.... and that fall is way to far..Comfort in the safety of your arms...
Written by
Quentin Briscoe
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