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A Love Note From A Wasted Heart
Author: WhispersInTheDark  PM
With each unloving touch, I grow colder.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 33 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 09-11-06 - id: 2245463
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rain falls on dead bark
like salt to my wounds
the silence resounds through
bare branches
a chill will run down
my spine as you kiss me
under the cold
September night sky
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