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Falling Cold


Your playing. your mocking

it echos through the room

Where we once made love, it's

now making dust

Your smiles, your laughs

will nver vanish from my heart

Because your failures, I eased

your treasures, I praised.

Oh, how cold it has gotten,

the bleached snowflakes mocking me in your place.

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