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Jan 2013
I look at the rain
and the birds flying
with wet wings  

Hold me

I feel the chill through
the door that leads
to the long blades of grass
wet from the rain

Hold me

I inhale a fragrance
of soft fear and
mortality

Hold me
Frank Cotolo
Written by
Frank Cotolo  United States
(United States)   
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