Dirty Little Secrets

my bed is cold,
the night is long,
and on my tongue,
a winter song,
of you who are — so far —

so far and yet so near
maybe it’s the time of year
some how, some day
i will find my way

my words are bold,
perhaps I’m wrong,
to leave unsung,
a winter song,
of you who are — so far —

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