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Cyclamen Spark
Poems
Jan 2013
The Night Is Cold
Frost fronds upon the window glass owned by the night
Is cold,
And I inside this box of tin shiver within, feel old.
Still I lie softly whispering lullabies not sweet
Will he pass by
or shall I die?
My feet frozen like sleet.
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