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Cold Bones

Cold Bones

October 16, 2018 ahorsealone

Yearning for the cold
Of memories
That wrap themselves
Around my bones…

“Rush through me,
As the tempersome wind
That struggles
In a cold midnight rain.”

F.E.

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