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Jan 22
A bruised body
doesn’t hurt as much as
a shaking soul
and trembling heart.
It’s the winter in me.
My ice-covered mind
is too cold to think properly
and my hands so frozen
aren’t able to
reach out and hold
spring.
Written by
Yuki  20/F/Salerno, Italy
(20/F/Salerno, Italy)   
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