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The Chill

The wind was such that wisps of hair whipped the face Into Apple red blushes While the cold caught the breath in cotton clouds discharging to the air And the misty drizzle dampened the spirit. Limp and lifeless, it matched her eyes.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Date: 7/13/2012 10:35:00 AM
grey eyes,great write Kaye
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Date: 7/13/2012 8:30:00 AM
loved this, felt I was there in the cold air, good work thank you <3
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