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Nov 2014
Skeletons I cannot show,
Buried deep beneath the snow.
Secrets that are best untold,
Endless Winter; lonely, cold.

I long for Spring, and joy and love,
But fear the sunshine from above.
The snow will melt; the world will see,
The darkness deep inside of me.
Written by
Iain Bartolomei  California
(California)   
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