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Dec 2010
she stands alone

(but for me)

the winter winds
wound
but we

stand alone in the wind

(we do not weep)

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sometimes someone says

"where are they?"

no-one answers

(the winds cut deep)

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she

is swallowed by
the storm

i follow

her footsteps
are

the only thing i see
Written by
jeffrey robin
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