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Oct 2013
And if love was warmth,
I felt like I was in the arctic,
wearing very little,
and with very little hope.
Love can be warmth,
but then it can become
the worst kind of cold.


*djm
Daniel McDougall
Written by
Daniel McDougall  Australia
(Australia)   
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