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4d
When the sun welcomed the night, I was sure it would never rise again
The cold crisp air reminded me of the warmth I lacked
Meeting you was like reuniting with an old friend Nostalgic in its familiarity, my soul recognized yours
You guided me to the light, promising I would never be cold again
An undeniable reflection in your eyes, I saw myself warmer than I'd ever been
It was then that I realized morning had arrived after all
Nichole Legg
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Nichole Legg  23/F/West Virginia
(23/F/West Virginia)   
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