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Jan 2011
I feel the wind,
Running through my hair,
Burning through my core,
It's cold,
I feel so cold,
Like you've taken your hand,
Soft, warm, safe,
Torn it from mine,
And allowed the warmth,
To escape,
Into the cruel, lonely world,
Replaced by icy air,
Making my blood run cold
Β©Nicola-Isobel H.     05.01.2011
Isobel G
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Isobel G  28/F/Australia
(28/F/Australia)   
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