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The days are short. The nights, too long. I miss you fiercely. The nights, like hell. I miss you, dreaming. My hands are weeping. I miss my joy. My hands hold nothing. My skin is paper. My hands are numb. My skin is old. I cannot find you. My skin makes tremors. I cannot breathe. I dream too much. I dream you're mine. My mind's a cage. Where are you now? My mind, of flora. Where is the sun? Where is my love? What is my heart? Who can I be? What was your name?
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Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC
Old December
The days are short. The nights, too long. I miss you fiercely. The nights, like hell. I miss you, dreaming. My hands are weeping. I miss my joy. My hands hold nothing. My skin is paper. My hands are numb. My skin is old. I cannot find you. My skin makes tremors. I cannot breathe. I dream too much. I dream you're mine. My mind's a cage. Where are you now? My mind, of flora. Where is the sun? Where is my love? What is my heart? Who can I be? What was your name?
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Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC
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