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in search
of re words
Without my thing, I'm hopeless as I search for words.
And what's the use of my wings if I can't have the sky like the birds?
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december
my bit of warmth
Where,
Above the one,
Under the zero,
Do I stand?
There,
In the church,
Warmth, it said
Did I find.
So I went in,
Holo.
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