May 2020
if I am quiet
will he leave
I do not want
a present
I do not want
to be present
the snow is
no longer
fresh it turns
to ice and
I am always
cold
winter seems
so long
this year
will he leave
I do not want
a present
I do not want
to be present
the snow is
no longer
fresh it turns
to ice and
I am always
cold
winter seems
so long
this year
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)
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