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only you

i held on to

when the harsh storms

came in with the winter blues

naïve and certain

i weaved warm sweaters 

you called them your own

but they aren't yours anymore

rolled in sweer summer with 

lemonades and marmalades 

winter's long gone

along with you and the snow

wiser and colder

still, i hope in December

as i weave a spare sweater

that you will come over

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