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Apr 2012
Nights are cold without your warmth,
Your presence was enough to soothe my anxious soul.
Winter is creeping up on us,
Chilly days,
And icy nights.
All the leaves are falling,
But there is no-one to wonder at this marvel with me.
I am alone.
It's cold, and I felt like writing a poem.
Eliza Jane
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Eliza Jane  australia
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   Lucanna
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