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Feb 2013
45
The cold is poetic,
Purposefully forgoing the pleasures of your heat.
It's a mind set,
To sit in the stillness elagiac,
Just minding my own in a numb 45 degrees.
elagiac; lamenting
Ris Howie
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Ris Howie
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