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Jan 2014
Soggy noodles
And the chili I've added
Stinging my dried
Cracked and bright pink lips

Freezing air
And my delicate skin
Stinging and burning
My now rosy raw cheeks

I deeply long for the stinging in my chest of the crisp winter air and I've found an affinity for the rawness of my cheeks after the bitter wind bites me
1/21/2014
KM
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