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I Saw Ice In Your Farewell
My love was welded by wit
No woman was ever racier
Yet after my crazy revelation
I was sleeping with a glacier
Some things are best hidden
Dont oblige that need to tell
My regrets forged hot tears
For I saw ice in your farewell
My fault misreading the signs
I felt we'd reached that page
Where we became truly one
Not paper lovers on a stage
I'd dis...
Sunday 11th October 2020 11:21 am
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