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Cold: A Sedoka

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Slick back turned approach.
No words to spare, silence speak
with that shoulder shrug, poor thing.

Whipped with a cold wind,
ice-kissed lips trembling against
shivering, freezing fingers.

Post 17: Final for National Poetry Month 2015

Poetry Form: Sedoka

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