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Feb 2014
How many words
will you devote to me,
- if any at all?

A feeble etch into cold stone,
a measly trench encapsulating my past,
where ice lingers on cold November
mornings, a distant and futile scar.
Lewis-Hugo
Written by
Lewis-Hugo  England
(England)   
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