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Nov 2012
When touch
I feel still painful burns
Left by the snow, the tender snow
Scorched by the flakes so dainty, light, and white
That winter day

And every flake took down to hell
My heart
Me leaving mocked and fooled  
By self
Alone in busy streets

My city loud and bright
Was strange and still
For me
That winter day
Written by
Ingrid  Lebanon
(Lebanon)   
570
   arham and victoria
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