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Cold night,
working overtime,
constant repeats.

Crisp wind,
hard hitting,
straight to my face.
Strong tea won’t help,
Davidoff relieves,
but still not doing anything good.
I miss your whiskey,
I miss your cooking,
I miss your voice,
I miss the way you look at me.

straight to my soul.
You left a mark in me,

Combination of names.
Association of memories.
Exclusive language.
Physical distance.

Never ending nor beginning,
the windmills of our minds.

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