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Feb 2020
I miss the winter.
When the cold
Was my only source of
heat.

I miss the nighttime.
When the dark
Was my only source of
light.

I miss the wounds.
When the pain
Was my only source of
Sensation.

I miss the emptiness.
When the void
Was my only source of
Comfort.
Written by
Orli
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