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Jan 2021
January cold
Hearts soft like snow
My breath dances in the air
Sad and down
My own presence dictates the motive
Heart beat slow, but my pulse feels fast
The last time I felt like this
I wanted to disappear
And the world wouldn’t be the wiser
Vinnie Brown
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Vinnie Brown  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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