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Mar 2017
You were always an enigma I was waiting to uncover
Coming to me drunk and leaving sober
It was clear we were never meant to be together
But I constantly wandered, hoping I'll discover

Who is this man I meet every winter?
Whose touch is tender with words so bitter
Someone I pined for while he cared lesser
Maybe I should succumb under the snowflakes of surrender
Alegria Mir
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