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Sep 2017
There is no warmth
despite the
sweltering heat.
It is winter
in the middle
of summer.

Strangers are all stiff
with a frigid
temperament.
They wear cold shoulders
and give off
icy stares.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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