December 17, 2010
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As summer was ending, you were walking in
it seemed my life was falling
but in this season we were friends
eight-teen days into spring, is where our story begins
you didn't rush a thing,
but you knew you would win

Winter was a cold one, left alone
In a house that has yet been called a home
Not hibernating, but steadfast I stand
Frozen stiff, fighting off frostbite
Ice Cold rules the seasons,
Jack Frost’s cooler cousin

Look at the teary view,
Teardrops from cupid’s eyes lie stiff on the trees
Although destroying the beauty of a previous summer
It comforts the cocoon of another…

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