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Sep 2013
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most days you smile at me through memories,
but today i see you in the way snow falls,

we never saw a day of winter,
you don't even know what i would give,
to shake flurries from the tips your hair.
to kiss the cold from your lips.
what i would give to watch the warmth of you spread across your cheek bones,
to be the wind sending chills down your spine.
Sienna Burroughs
Written by
Sienna Burroughs  Bellingham, Washington
(Bellingham, Washington)   
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   r and William A Poppen
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