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Dec 2017
The morning breeze. ..
        Stings on cheeks. ...
            Making them rosy red. ...
                Doing the work of caffeine fix.

Waking up from sleepy stupor....
       Floating through hairs. ....
            Making them look like the bird nest...
          
Fingers chilled. ...
    Shivering bodies...
        Chattering teeth .....
             Reminding that we're still alive.
Gulishta
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