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Nov 2012
A winter went by
All was quelled by the cold
Your songs kept me warm
They are sad but they made me smile
We didn’t talk about
Anything then
I learned how to feel all right without really
Saying anything
Yes, there was a time when we existed
Separately
Before I even knew who
You were
That winter was one of them
It’s funny to think on oblivion I was to be
Drawn by your beautiful bulb
Touched by your tender air
A breeze whispered to me as I walked past
Embers
I burned without showing a single
Smoke signal

Those songs saved my life.
Lyra Brown
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