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Without you

Writer's picture: Elana MonteleoneElana Monteleone

It feels like

the worst of winter,

all the nights

when you're not here

like standing in a flooded street,

cold breath floating in the air.

There's only faded sunlight,

long days and leafless trees

struck by the sting of loneliness,

every minute you're not with me.


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