COLD

COLD

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Years have passed
Yet those scary thoughts
Of nighttime
Covered in a blanket
Yet over whelmed with
Fear.



The far noise
Of lonely birds
Their footsteps
Waggling of feathers


They make me remember
How often it happened


Swollen eyes,
But clear
I was so sure I couldn't stay
Anymore.

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