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Nov 2019
It’s been a long time since I’ve slept alone in the winter.

It makes me miss the snow.

And the freezing feet that touched my legs.

But you were still warm.

And so was I.

A familiar way the light shines through blinds.

A familiar way I say “I miss you” every night.

Whatever will be, will be.
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       Rose, fm, zumee, james nordlund, Stephen E Yocum and 11 others
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