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as the long day turns into long nights

And the coldness outside freezes over my heart as everything turns into ice around me.

Heat is a story of wishfulness and feels like one told a long time ago.

As the cold takes hold of my bones, all I feel is cold running through me.

As if I were the storm, and there is still some need for me to linger around.

Waiting and hoping to turn things upside down again.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2026 By Deirdre Stokes