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It’s a beautiful winter day
outside
I sit inside
No one to share it
with

No one to walk beneath
the strikingly bare trees
with
No one to take my hand
in the warm sunshine
No one to share
the crisp clear air
with
No one to smile
with
No one to hug
No one to laugh
with

Instead
I sit
inside
writing
sad poetry

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