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Into a winter

I believe I must turn it in to remain whole. My soul is raw, beyond words, sore. I’ll give it a break, see where it leads—deep into a winter wasteland or to a warmth that feels renewing.
bySoulcraze
October 22, 2017
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A refreshing glass of water with lemon slices, creating a splash. Poem: Into a winter.
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I believe I must turn it in to remain whole. My soul is raw, beyond words, sore. I'll give it a break, see where it leads—deep into a winter wasteland or to a warmth that feels renewing.

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