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Feb 2021
Like the dark cold which seeps
Through the base edges of the windowsill
Quietly and without self control
Or even the willingness to be instilled

So you seep through me like winters thaw
My bones alive with heat

And here with just the brushing glance where I thought I was safe
You seep
Colm
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