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By kevin urenda Date: 2002 Dec 24 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.24.07.36.8847]] |
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the winter wind this morning spoke to me with a voice of desperation with sharp teeth of bitterness that chilled me to the core of everything I once believed in but I had already tendered my resignation to the coldness of it all I'd already accepted the loss and allowed the scars to harden on the face of the heart I no longer have to protect for it has forgotten itself become lost in a crowd of empty broken from the husk and away from risks that are in no danger of being taken by me 12.23.02 |