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Jan 2020
Uncertain
She feels
A little chilly on my tongue

A drop of rain
How do I know
If the storm is coming

Gray murky
A puddle of tears
How can I step over

Sky's blue
As always
What if I go blind

I fret
My feet are
Always
Cold
#uncertain #doubt
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undermyfeet  F
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