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Cold lowers

blood swims;

focus clouded

thoughts unknown

Sittin in rain

stare ahead;

cover on top

but not the heart

Sparrin the hurt

but becomes bumb;

when will it feel

once again

Waitin for the one

to come back home;

hours passed

til the dawn approached

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