Cold December

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Cold snowy December. My days flows
together like in a fog. I can’t differ one
day from the other the times muscles
and joints hurts. Every step is a pain.
I listen to music and I drink wine and
I read something and I miss someone
to hold me – and I can’t tell you that!

 
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