sullen and distraught
with you
not even snow
can restore
my faith in love (so you)
look
at me
behind my scarves
(underneath my clothes) and
try to see me
as
i really am.
like
a dog in winter
i
hide it from you
under
soft fluffy things
but
you don't know,
here,
inside my coat,
how love-torn rocked i am.
the
eyes have it all...
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