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Feb 2013
There's got to be a secret
A way to get through winter without freezing my bones
Missing your moans
This cold bleeds the color from my eyes
Tears the noise from my mind
Shattering structures in silence and softness
And cravings and cravings and ache
For tenderness sunshine melt the marrow on my tongue
Nothing is green without sweat
Going and gone all grey like brain
Take me back
Back home again
Sarah Writes
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Sarah Writes  Montana
(Montana)   
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