Its windy tonight.
The powerful gusts at least,
can pry you from my memories.
And grace me with the scents
of candles and incence.
The revolting repetitive tunes,
echo through the house.
But all in all, they triumph.
For otherwise it would just be
the venemous words commited to memory.
The icy chill represents
the new beginning im forced to greet.
The
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