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Feb 2017
He looked into his mind
  And there she was again.
  Standing,
  Right in the middle of
  All his thoughts.
  Cold, with damp clothes,
  Hypothermia racks her body.

He was unable to forget her...
How could he?
Marcos Sisneros
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Marcos Sisneros
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