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Apr 2013
It was as if you were talking
about nothing more important
than the weather.
Blithely, you spoke of how
the cold front would move in and the winds would begin to shift,
causing the occasional sporadic shower that lasted no more
than a few short days.
But that "cold front" turned out to be a blizzard
and those "shifting winds" blew ice into my heart at 70 mph - freezing it in its broken state.
The "light showers" were waves of sleet
and it stormed inside my head for months instead of days.
I should have known better
than to believe a weather man.
Elizabeth
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