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Returned to shelves unattached
As if they were cold winds
In hopes of passing swiftly
Is there not a natural coldness to our lives
It seems to seep inside
As a cool damp mist settling
Over time in our minds
Our hearts are aware
Of their mates despair
Gathering as many displaced
Loving thoughts as they can hold
Swelling until aching
Breaking bliss
Know of so few
Who've known just this