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My wind burned cheek,
A winter's window pane.
From tearful eyes
Rolls down a drop of rain.”
About Andrew
After a twenty year break from writing, all of a sudden it seems to have become the most natural thing in the world; a discovery of feelings and emotions. I have grown into my middle-aged self and along with a better understanding of what make me tick has...