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TWIGS & LEAVES
Upturned collar, bowed head, hands thrust deep into pockets.
The many layers of clothing fail to keep out the chill of loneliness.
As the frigid wind stings my cheeks, and deposits twigs and leaves in my hair.
Rain hides the tears that run freely, and heart wrenching sobs are lost on the scything wind.
The empty hollowness of my heart screams like a thousand wailing banshees, but the faceless people who pass me hear…Continue