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By Briana Kassia Date: 2008 Nov 04 Comment on this Work [[2008.11.04.10.07.4755]] |
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it should be darker, warmer, slower it should be spring rain falling not fall it should be the sound of leaves brushing the shingles, not hail thundering down your arms should be around me holding me safe from the storm as we snuggle deeper together into the soft cotton under the eider winter comes on unrelenting and spring is a memory and a dream yet to be born and I miss you on cold mornings like this |