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Sep 2010
As the winter begins to again seep into my perceived world,
I use clothes as my pseudo-armor,
layering to keep in warmth.
In staunch dissonance
I will begin to leave complicated tracks.
As snow dissolves familiarity,
leaving only cold ambiguity,
I will begin to miss you
even more
as I cannot make enough heat
to warm my core.
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