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Jan 2012
Outside the storm moves things to their ends;
Outside it is cold, and cold hands
Make me frown and I fear
The end, myself.

I stand at the window,
Seeing things reflected; the glow
Which comes from your eyes.

So I am not scared anymore,
Because inside
Things are not reflected,
But wide
And as peaceful as ever.
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