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Aug 2017
your embrace is no longer warm
it's not a field of sunflowers
or a safe place
anymore

now it is a cold winter storm
your arms are the gusts of a hurricane
while i stand in its eye;
we feign our affection
and the air can feel it.
//i miss the old you\\
ICN
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ICN  F/NY
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     Ian Lewis Copestick and ---
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