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The coldness of the early morning, numb my shattering feeling. Slowly a tear drop roll down my frosty cheeks, somehow the stars seems to feel it. No sounds of fowl nor dogs roaming the streets, but a broken swift in the air, I tend to feel it. Lost describe my mind, loneliness describe my heart, tears describe my feeling. All in one, I wish I couldn't feel this.
© Tenisha Sterling
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