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Winter, is here. Am I?
This is inspiration from the ice breeze, and cold realisation with my love.
Has it always been this cold?
I don't remember shivering so often. Nor my back cramping in pain.
Something is changing. Something is different.
As weather patterns come and go, so do you.
Why?
How can it be that the amount of love I need, doesn't need me.
Doesn't come to me. Blows over my skin, ...
Saturday 11th June 2022 1:48 pm
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