The cold rain crying on
the window shield with wipers
smells so lonely.
The inky black void above
blotting stars and obscuring moon
looks so lonely.
The frost on the ground and
the crunch under feet
sounds so lonely.
The freezing air deep in
my lungs with trembling breaths
feels so lonely.
Winter, you know how to
make a woman want to
not be alone and lonely.
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