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Jan 2017
It's the season of aching
For something that I can never quite find a name for
The hint of warmth in midst the frozen air
God,
I still can't find it

*And that's why my heart hibernates
through the winter
One Of The Tired Souls
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One Of The Tired Souls  20/F/Colorado
(20/F/Colorado)   
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