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Its so cold

Its so cold,

in the lonely

here.

The morning

freeze

of railings

beware

warmth

of hands,

that become

tingly numb,

My despair...

Your dares...

I betrayed

your everything,

& all I can think

of are the tulips

of multi-colors

that you used to string,

along with

a perfumed scent

of your body.

Eyes that glare

are not without

reason,

I get lost

but never found

under your breath.

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White-Raven

47 / M / The Land Down Under

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