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Winter's Eve...Television on, Eastenders again. Dog is snoring, pouring with rain. The small light is flickering, storms in the air. The clouds have darkened… Feeling despair. The phone starts to ring loud, Maybe my girls? But it's only a call centre… Selling their pearls. Lightning cracks loud, dog runs and hides. Feeling so lonely, Empty inside. My winter's eve, As tomorrow will be. Dark and confusing… Living with me. Vote for this poem
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