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Snowdrifts, not Sonnets by Megan GuimbellotYou are nothing more than a pair of tired eyes that haunt my dreams
and confuse me when I'm waking.
You are a vision on a winter's wind and I would bury you in snow
if i only had the chance. 02/18/2014 Author's Note: I don't like waking up and expecting to be somewhere else.
Posted on 02/18/2014 Copyright © 2026 Megan Guimbellot
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