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Nov 2019
It's cold outside,
The wind hurling,
Crying out in pain,
I'm waiting,
Just for you,
Below this mistletoe,
in front of this fire,
Beneath our favourite room,
Come home to me,
because I need you,
and it's cold outside,
and I can't seem to
get warm despite the
flaming fire. Come home.
Please. Don't leave
Written by
Anais  18/F
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