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Mar 2013
A cold wind chilling my summer-soul -
desiring rest as the seasons change,
yet drawn to the ice, so pristine and beautiful
a raging storm which I cannot tame.

Words as silk, yet give no warmth -
calling to my depth...my center -
He is the dagger to my summer- heart,
my love, my death, my winter.
Jessica
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