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Apr 2014
Cold is my love for you,
No longer warm, no longer true,
Separated at fracture points,
I'll raise a wall between us, one you cannot cross,
ThisΒ world belongs to noble creatures, lichens and moss,
No further shall vines cross,
For I've given you winter everlasting...
Written by
Leroy J Harris
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