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Feb 2012
Minus ten in blinding blizzard at midnight
Snow insulation isolates me from feeling
Cold sensation freezes me from your touch
And a contrasting black emptiness inside
Is a deeper sort of empty for me now.
Ian Beckett
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Ian Beckett  Dublin and Vienna
(Dublin and Vienna)   
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