Lilly flowers in an arm stretched field- Winter’s cold drives the warmth from bodies- Whiskey or bourbon makes you forget it- Fresh clean air in the cold- Love…I conceal myself in my hands- In the mirror I’ve wandered from my perfect- Image- With severed reasons in a severed head- But the body still running- Thankless, maybe I’ve been- But with out a name- There is no face-Birth sign: Libra
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