Cold
by jeffery sechrest Feb 2, 2007
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The cold wind blowing on my face. The sound of leaves falling from the trees.The cold air stinging my bare skin as the cold air stings my lungs. As i lie down for the last time. All can think of is you baby and the happiness you bring me. |
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18 years ago
Formation needs some work bey that aside it is a well written piece.
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