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01/23/18 at 10:55PM
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Poetry
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Cold winds are blowing me away
from you.
Reach out, give me your hand.
Hold me.
I'm slipping, ever backward,
falling.
Drifting, aimlessly.
Searching with out seeking,
looking but not seeing,
loving without caring.
