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Jan 2011
Just a few steps down the hall,
I hear you whisper through the wall.
You left my side to get a drink
From the sudden cold, a blush of pink.

I feel a shiver on my skin
as you steal the warmth within.
Visible breath through frigid air,
The absence of you leaves me bare.

*Oh, wintertime.
Written by
MyThousandWords
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