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May 2014
It's a new season now,
But I still hold the snow
from last winter when
you left me frozen
fed by a cold, cold heart.

If ever the sun shines
too bright, too warm, to ignite,
I will let me burn first
Before the snow melts.
I'd be consumed before
Your memories get touched.
Clare
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Clare  Bangalore
(Bangalore)   
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