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Dec 2013
Walking outside.
Cold surrounds my body.
Covering me like a blanket.
Not a warm welcome.
a cold shove .
Shuttering through my skin.
So beautiful .
Yet so miserable.
So white.
Yet so black.
So pure.
Yet so corrupt.
These white flakes of snow.
freezing me to the soul.
Marina
Written by
Marina  Delawhere?
(Delawhere?)   
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