By it dosent matter
Date: 13 November 2000
touch
hoarfrost had extend its icy grip
gelling what remained of a voided heart
winters grip upon my soul
killing too slow with each passing year
when i felt your touch.....
ice shattered in sluggish veins
warmth began to find its way
please if i might ask the time
to get through these pains
of springs late thaw
then we can see what summer will bring
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