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Poem Number 20626
cold night cold people
her stealing my thoughts as my rose coloured glasses come off and I see the waste,
always my fault or hers
why canít we kiss in the middle of it all, for the sake of those who have lost.
this time I donít even cry for this time is worse.
the last light in the city has gone out and the candle offers no light just agony
as we are all left burning.
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