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Sep 2018
The night was as cold as ice
The white snow glistens beneath my feet
As I walk, the white ground crunches
Am I alone?
Was I ever truly company for anyone?
My hands are cold
but my heart burns bright
and shines like gold
Lynx
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Lynx  22/Far Away from Reality
(22/Far Away from Reality)   
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   Katelyn Billat and JL Smith
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