In the bleak midwinter,
In the bleak midwinter, oldpoem stories
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Three winters ago

In the bleak midwinter,

the thought of you lingers in the abandoned corridors of my heart.

In the cold of winter, when I begin to withdraw into the dark.

Standing with the sorrow with your soul calling me to dance in the shadows with bohemian poetry.

The weight of my introspective self craves you next to me

The way our perspectives melt into a haze of ecstasy.

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