Give it
to me
straight.
Memory
nestles itself
over there
in the corner.
Like the seasons
warmth comes
and goes. Cupidity
lies in the sensual
snow tonight.
I dig it out.
I uncover it.
My hands are
wet and cold.
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 10:02 PM UTC
Give it
to me
straight.
Memory
nestles itself
over there
in the corner.
Like the seasons
warmth comes
and goes. Cupidity
lies in the sensual
snow tonight.
I dig it out.
I uncover it.
My hands are
wet and cold.
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