Instead of warmth, there’s /
now just an empty, dull ache/
and pain in my heart.http://cyranowriter.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post-new.php?post_type=post#
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Instead of warmth, chill./
There’s just an empty, dull ache/
and pain in my heart.
I wonder how much the/
women on the boulevard /
charge for a good hug.