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A cup of London Fog warms My frost bitten fingers My toes curl tighter in my socks Cramming together to stay warm Sitting on the little window sill A silent corner amidst the   Voices in conversation And the shuffling of books and newspapers My mind is like a messenger dove Still perched on a branch Waiting for the note it must deliver But whose thoughts are already Lost in what the flight will bring My eyes stare out of the Glass divide The see-through division between The snowy outside world And the coffee’s home Suddenly all freezes The strolling people outside With their snow caps and weathered coats Are statues Identical With no emotion of their faces All those who sit at the tables Within the café’s warmth With their books and computers Dissolve to sand    I watch the slow extinction Of society and friends Movement and speech My eyes The only ones left unfrozen My body The only one left whole Did they migrate to another world? Did they realize their bodies weren’t really who they were? But instead that they were particles apart of everything else. Who knows? Yes I think Who knows? And With my eyes unfrozen My body whole My toes cold And a cup of London Fog in my hands I take a sip And contemplate
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Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 11:50 AM UTC
London Fog
A cup of London Fog warms My frost bitten fingers My toes curl tighter in my socks Cramming together to stay warm Sitting on the little window sill A silent corner amidst the   Voices in conversation And the shuffling of books and newspapers My mind is like a messenger dove Still perched on a branch Waiting for the note it must deliver But whose thoughts are already Lost in what the flight will bring My eyes stare out of the Glass divide The see-through division between The snowy outside world And the coffee’s home Suddenly all freezes The strolling people outside With their snow caps and weathered coats Are statues Identical With no emotion of their faces All those who sit at the tables Within the café’s warmth With their books and computers Dissolve to sand    I watch the slow extinction Of society and friends Movement and speech My eyes The only ones left unfrozen My body The only one left whole Did they migrate to another world? Did they realize their bodies weren’t really who they were? But instead that they were particles apart of everything else. Who knows? Yes I think Who knows? And With my eyes unfrozen My body whole My toes cold And a cup of London Fog in my hands I take a sip And contemplate
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Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 11:50 AM UTC
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