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my eyes and the hazy sky reflect the shiny azure wisps of the frozen air as I breathe in and out… yet as I pass through the beam of her stare looking deep into the endless brown wells her eyes overflow with a desperate need for warmth pleading for solace... she sits alone in the cold waiting for life or death and I shiver wanting to share my sunlight but not knowing how alone in the cold [2007.25.1....a]
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