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Nov 2017
Winter demands to be heard
its cold hand reaches in
grabs your heart and
runs ice fingers down your
spine. Blows cold air
down your throat and
given the chance, to whisk
you away into her storm
into the vortex and never
to return, never let you go.
Written by
nivek
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