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Unformatted text preview: There that precious something she had lost Unwillingly, feeling alone and torn Any emotion heedlessly smothered by frost (There, was no need to mourn) All the bruises and broken wire Whitewashed by new fallen snow Dauntless entropy, primal instinct igniting frozen fire (a gentle, healing glow) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A smile obscure, Sunshine streaming from beneath a cloud veil. Assuring the past was secure, (so not even the wind could tell the tale) Turned on her heel Condensing air, thinning with chill She ran, refusing to reel (Nor to stand still with so much time to fill)...
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This note was uploaded on 02/13/2011 for the course GOVERNMENT H7 taught by Professor Schirtzer during the Spring '09 term at CUNY Kingsborough.
- Spring '09