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Feb 2018
Rain falls from heaven
Bitter cold breeze Numbs souls
Wind chills speak a language only the lonely understand
Raising hopes were meant to fall
To face the following season
The coldest one of them all
A cold so bitter it Whispers painful joy
leaving your body shivering as it aches
making painful noise
while reflecting on past mistakes
Tuffy Mutombo
Written by
Tuffy Mutombo  31/M/Maine
(31/M/Maine)   
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   Shanath
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