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Nov 2010
An Icy chill freezes these veins that once ran hot,

Ignorance is bliss that rule should not be forgot,

This truly is a frigid December night,

Blind following others with out sight,

How could I be so naive to think I was unique,

The fire remains but frozen like the winter creek,

Does this creek thaw in the warm spring sun,

I dont know if it will if I cant trust anyone.
Written by
Gregory Villone
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