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masked from the winters snow surrounded by the color of cleanliness never have we touched his thick coat with mitten less hands for we know how cold burns i stride wearing my printed smile stainless steal plastic shine tasted less stale when i was a  child i used to play piano giving mocking birds words of their own so they too will forever be free like the ideas of a writer racing through his pen drawing out my lovely mothers eyes deepest blue like the oceans blanket always comfortably draping me till she closed them shut was the day i played broken keys snow settles as the color white only in my memories hands became mitten less for i know how the cold burns
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Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 2:56 AM UTC
broken keys
masked from the winters snow surrounded by the color of cleanliness never have we touched his thick coat with mitten less hands for we know how cold burns i stride wearing my printed smile stainless steal plastic shine tasted less stale when i was a  child i used to play piano giving mocking birds words of their own so they too will forever be free like the ideas of a writer racing through his pen drawing out my lovely mothers eyes deepest blue like the oceans blanket always comfortably draping me till she closed them shut was the day i played broken keys snow settles as the color white only in my memories hands became mitten less for i know how the cold burns
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Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 2:56 AM UTC
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