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A Winter's Chill
Upon a winter's
Midnight stroll
I came across
A pallid soul
Who, like the snow
Was cold & fair
With tearful eyes
Of such despair
I offered her
A warming hand
And woke within
A frozen land
Where, I myself
Turned cold & fair
With tearful eyes
Of dark despair
Monday 29th August 2022 10:45 am
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