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Still the Numbness

Standing here alone
looking into empty
cold hands ache.
Just once, for the
first time I would
like to see into
your eyes.

Find me whole inside.
instead of shattered
here and blowing
in the winds
of cold
numbness.

Chilling is my
touch feels like
silence naked.
Still connecting
in black and
white the
time of
dreams in color.
Now all chilled
in the numbness
of parting from
you.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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