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Saturday, October 19, 2013

Winter Queued

Touching my skin & whisper aloud,
An emotionless motion that never is bound.
Surrounding my vision & warming my bones,
My nearest lover that I cannot yet hold.
Shackled below & birth is its' ploy,
They give me life and freedom and joy.

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