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Here comes the hardest time of the year again...
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Poetry - Words: 61 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 2 - Published: 11-24-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3077353
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Sunset in Princes Street Gardens
The sun is low
And I've not slept
All night.
My pen is running out of ink
As fast as I lose my will
To fight.
I'm freezing, I'm broken,
Shrouded in the shadows
That fall forth from
The setting sun.
My breath escapes in a
Pitiful fog; like me, it
Lacks substance, and is temporary.
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