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Apr 2013
the snow is melting
along with my better judgment
smoke ceases to emerge from chimneys
but still streams out my mouth
like it has for the past 3 years

spring is an in-between season
and i am an in-between human
ice melts off my exterior
as rain pelts my brain
only to freeze again
in the chill of night air.
Bridget Bird
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