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Jan 2013
tremble
I go out into brisk coldness of January,

my hands tremble, shocks going through my fingers

I see your face, all I see is you  my dear

every thought, every dream about you.
Vivian Ienello
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Vivian Ienello  21/Androgynous/Boston
(21/Androgynous/Boston)   
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