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Frayed and grayed Oversized and overused Why you still hold onto it, has everyone bemused. Freckled and speckled Like a cinnamon stick warm winter stories Keeping it thick Pale fingernails, peak through the sleeves, Tears and holes decorate the wrists. From between cupped hands Rise cinnamon flavored mists Warm memories ride down your throat Thawed hearts melt with every sip Cinnamon specked bubbling froth Settles above your lip Cinnamon flavored laughs Punctuate the conversations Spicy aroma tickles the nose Sniffing for winter’s indications Warm memories on cold nights Fill up the empty holes in your sleeves Packed with stories soaked in cinnamon And the sweater becomes fuller with the memories it weaves
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Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 2:23 PM UTC
Wearing Cinnamon
Frayed and grayed Oversized and overused Why you still hold onto it, has everyone bemused. Freckled and speckled Like a cinnamon stick warm winter stories Keeping it thick Pale fingernails, peak through the sleeves, Tears and holes decorate the wrists. From between cupped hands Rise cinnamon flavored mists Warm memories ride down your throat Thawed hearts melt with every sip Cinnamon specked bubbling froth Settles above your lip Cinnamon flavored laughs Punctuate the conversations Spicy aroma tickles the nose Sniffing for winter’s indications Warm memories on cold nights Fill up the empty holes in your sleeves Packed with stories soaked in cinnamon And the sweater becomes fuller with the memories it weaves
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Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 2:23 PM UTC
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