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Nov 2013
The lights had melted softly
As my mind sank into the memory of summer
Of you
Winter winds stole you away
The grieving soil knowing no solace
Frozen solid with no place to bury
Soon I turned
Once again blooming after the darkness
Salt water rivers no longer flooding my face
Replaced by the gentle smiles of remembrance
The cavity of loss remains
Filled in with rough scar tissue
Aching still in it's journey of healing
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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