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It was a brutally

Cold

Brutal night

I knew you were

Being called Home.

I couldn’t expose

My skin to air for long;

I worried about

The stupidest things.

How I miss you.

I will always miss

Your beautiful

Smile

Your voice

Your touch

And I will

Always hate

The brutal ice and

Cold I will always

Remember your

Beautiful smile.

Cruel winter

And I was an escape artist

I wish I had

Stayed with you

That day

Tears come to my eyes

I self destruct in

Little ways;

But I’ll try to change.

And I will always

Love you

And be connected to you.

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