'She arrived today,all wintry smiles,
the weather seems to have accommodated,
I would not/could not feed her sadness,
so she left still hungry
with veiled threats of aloneness at christmas.
I built a fire to take the edges off her goodbye.
Divinely aromatic,
but still a chill in the air,
and a slight taste of cinnamon.'
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 2:50 AM UTC
'She arrived today,all wintry smiles,
the weather seems to have accommodated,
I would not/could not feed her sadness,
so she left still hungry
with veiled threats of aloneness at christmas.
I built a fire to take the edges off her goodbye.
Divinely aromatic,
but still a chill in the air,
and a slight taste of cinnamon.'
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