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Nov 2019
cold numbs my fingers
dries my skin
freezes with the blight of uncertainty
all of my soul within
darkness is its ally
slyly insinuating
dulling all understanding
complicit in
a shutdown of the senses
clouding with hopeless tears
my eyes bright lenses
sheila sharpe
Written by
sheila sharpe  72/F/Kegworth
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