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Jan 26
this unyielding winter
splintered but inured
for the cold that reached inside me
is something i’ve endured

this unrelenting snow
blows shivers in my bones
but let this chill go thirty below
it’s a pain that i have known

spring will bring a harbinger
of warmth and sunny glow
but i’ll remain frozen in places
to thaw all on my own
In the words of a great American poet, “i got this icebox where my heart used to be”.
collin
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collin  30/M/coming home.
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