Cold weather, cold heart

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as she could feel was

the cold blast of arctic air on her face

as she walked home,

alone and powerless.

the wind making her incapable of crying,

numbing her completely.

numbing her of her emotions

and her skin.

losing him was like entering a frigid slumber

a time without any hope or warmth

aside from an occasional cup of hot coffee

waiting for spring to thaw.

waiting for a fresh beginning 



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