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somedays are like yesteryear in my mind
winter days, rainstorms
the feel of a lover's arm
wrapped in sensous tenderness
next to the fire
A time to need, a time to want
what wasn't there before
and still isn't there today
A feeling, a ghost of a lover's past
wrapped in pain, wrapped in love
wrapped in something that never was
7:17:43 PM 
Poetry
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