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Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul Quotes: I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering.
         

I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering.


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I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering.
         



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This page presents the quote "I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering.". Author of this quote is Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul. This quote is about love, relationship, romance, sadness, woman-and-man, cold, affection,.