Cold Has Left

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The cold has left my bones.

The blood is flowing freely

In my chest.

Only love remains

From a summer past.

On a hopeless night,

In a desolate place,

 You came to me.

We whispered our names

In such a way

Only

Our

Souls

Would

Understand.

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