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Cold Shoulder
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Hating Him It is winter
In your heart,
And my love is
Frozen in time.
Why did you
Turn away
From me
When all I
Wanted was
A shoulder
To lean on?
Why couldn’t
You be my
Friend when
I had no one
To hold me?
Was my love,
My respect
Not enough
That you chose
To search
Elsewhere?
My heart is
Now ice-covered;
I hope he has
A chisel and
The patience
To thaw me.
