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May 2016
When the cold wind strikes my skin
And the hairs stand up in attention
My soul sinks deeper into darkness
And the screams begin to unfurl

Closing my eyes does not help
From keeping the treacherous images away
In as much as that your absence
Cannot keep this raging love at bay.
Mary Coleen
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Mary Coleen  22/F
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