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Wednesday 21 January 2015

A Winter's Chill
 
Bites at her lip
Unable to grip
Thoughts facing
A wind chasing
 Under wintery skies
A shadow in disguise
Creeping slowly behind
Seeking the maligned

Memories freezing
Under breaths capsizing
Suffocating in defeat
Unable to grasp, repeat
Her goals zigzagging
A heart still clinging
To an inflicted hell
Having no one to tell.

Edwin James


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