Even The Light's Are Cold
J
James McLain
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Stranger still, they look to me,
They look so far away.
Yet look so near,
So near they touch the sky.
Next to her,
I bend and whisper.
It is cold,
Deeper in my pockets.
Go her hand's.
Two lover's,
In cold orange light.
He makes a final stand.
Their dream's,
Seem frail and brittle.
As the snow.
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