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Apr 2012
When did I become so                                  distant?
When did I become so...cold?
It snuck up on me, I must have missed it.
Like bread not sensing the onslaught of mold.

It was probably a product of past disappointment,
Or the feeling of warmth, un-returned.
Winter has marked, on my heart a small statment,
Why attempt to be caring, when you might get burned.
Iley O'Glesby
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Iley O'Glesby  Louisiana
(Louisiana)   
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