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Melting away in this eternal winter, Never to see hope reborn with the coming spring. Even snows melt then but I remain frigid still. Hypothermia has set in. Loneliness, the cold wind that blows through this evanescent being, holds no warmth. Alone I fade, alone I die. Alone, I still grieve. Shadow 2004 |
| miniman March 28, 2004 04:39 PM PST spring comes to all those dormant since the fall feel the warmth and hear the call begin to walk anew after a winter crawl renew our stride upon the soft ground outside where the dead once did reside and Mr. Eliot's lilacs now no longer hide | ||
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