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Sep 2012
The winter winds quietly blow
As we sit together in the melting snow
Exposed skin numb and flush
We roll around making angels in the slush
Eyes shiny with childhood dreams
We go inside and look outside through the screens
Layers shed, bellies stuffed with sweets
Our hearts thump softly, in sync every beat
Purple Book
Whitney
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Whitney
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