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Nov 2012
How alone can I be befor I lose even myself
The feel of solitudes ice cold tendrils as they
Seep into my skin
When I think to fight
For who
Or what
Giving in so my heart could freeze.

Hopping she arrives soon.
Written by
Brad J March
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   Tasneem Moosa
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