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Winter Cold.
Maybe you should
have said yes
years before
when the first kiss
had landed
and her eyes
were bright
as new coins
but no you
had to wait
until she’d met
someone else
and her heart
was no longer
yours to have
and hold
just that
late night
and the final wave
and the winter cold.
poem
by
Terry Collett
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