Categories Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends winter Post author By aayoung Post date January 24, 2013 No Comments on winter when it is this cold i worry more about lost things Share this:FacebookLinkedInWhatsAppTumblrEmailRedditTwitterPinterestPrintLike Loading... Related Tags Loss, love, Memory, nature, poetry, Winter ← selfish like sylvia → i could still hear her sing Leave a ReplyCancel reply
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