Tuesday, March 22, 2011

For You My Dear (Age 18) Comments

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Oh how the winters symphony holds a mocking shiver melody.
Leaving blades of ice on the tips of my eyelashes.
Such a lonely chill when you my dear, are away.
Vanishing all sight of future existence.
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Jessica C. Galvan
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