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Dec 2013
Drawn I am to you,
unaware of the force
driving us away
is nothing but our own
cataclysmic personalities.

There is a whisper in
the autumn wind.
It calls for you.
While it is freezing here
and all I can feel
is the numbness of limbs.

Like fire and water,
I cannot exist with you;
yet, cannot exist without.
Written by
Stella  In my head
(In my head)   
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