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"

The coldest nights,
when most poetry
was written, took
place without you.

I sat in a lonely room,
with an open window,
to spy on the world, and a
black notebook to write
long verses about your
frosty nose during a
winter dream.

I turned on the music loud
enough to distract me,
while I dug under my skin
and found something real
to write about, just like
you always wanted me to do.

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