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Dec 2014
The air is cold,
and so is she
her once held warmth
now alludes me

The days are shorter,
She forgets my name
I am the hoarder
Of years of blame

The nights grow vast
And so does she
My stead is fast
And my conscience is free
Clay Skeeters
Written by
Clay Skeeters  Tyler Texas
(Tyler Texas)   
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   --- and Colleen Brown
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