Monday, June 23, 2008

Her skin is pale and flushed.
You can't bring her back
To where she came from.
The wind is high
And your skin is burning
From the cold.

Let her go if you must.
If you can't pull her in
To your warm chest.
If you can't hold her tight
And let the wind
Carry you both away.


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