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The snow is falling silently drifting toward the...
I stand upon my porch, there is no sound...
I pull the sweater tighter around my shoulders as...
A chill runs down my spine...
Blood drips as words cut open your heart,
little stabs at first so small few notice...
Stormy nights...
Dark with secrets...
If only you could see
If only you could feel...