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Jan 2022
Winter is the cold sleeping space
Between the blanket and the sky,
Between the legs falling asleep in warmth,
And the leaves turned to frost in twilight.
Chris Saitta
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Chris Saitta  52/M/Virginia
(52/M/Virginia)   
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