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Monday, February 27, 2012
Gray day's
I sit curled
under a blanket
hoping the gray will
pass. Sleep wont come the
fire blaze's it warm's my skin
but not my heart I look outside.The
sun does not rise. I feel gray inside but
out I feel warm by the fireside.
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