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Apr 2020
i want to feel warm,
but this room is dark.
a heavy atmosphere combats my cold.
there's a soothing voice coming into my ears.
a ball on the floor, i curl up,
that's in my head.
a stormy world outside to match me, to catch me.

my coffee is cold.
anna burns
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anna burns
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