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Apr 2012
It's these wintry nights
That hit me the hardest,
Frozen under blankets
With love at its farthest.

I sleep in the day,
Ignore the fact that
I'm wasting away
Any chance I had.

Even in summer heat,
Even in autumnal glow,
Even in spring sheets,
It's winter's willful woes.
Written by
Rachel Patterson
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