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The wind is as cold and uncaring as the winter.

It whisks out the memories and puts our feelings on ice.

We have our hearts locked up inside formaldehyde jars,

Leaving them cold and untouched by the time.


Posted on 02/06/2007 2:15 PM Visits: 11
xomissmcnasty3ox: 02/15/2007 7:40 AM
i love ur writing its so descriptive
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godfatha: 02/19/2007 6:23 AM
Nice very well written..
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