In the cold air that bites my skin, I’m reminded of the way the seasons match my heart – cold and lifeless now. I wait for the warmth of spring to thaw what loss has hardened.
-EM
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In the cold air that bites my skin, I’m reminded of the way the seasons match my heart – cold and lifeless now. I wait for the warmth of spring to thaw what loss has hardened.
-EM
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