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Summer slipped out the back Packed up the heat so fast Didn’t even say goodbye Just left sand in my shoes Folded the bright short sleeves Boxed up the ocean blue Now every hanger’s heavy With thicker Darker hues I hope we have a mild winter Let the cold come soft Come slow I’m pulling on my long johns Flannel on my shoulders Watching one more season go I hope we have a mild winter Give me one more gentle day I’ll walk that same old block Then sit at my computer Do a little work for God and stayTop of my long johns on Flannel shirt buttoned high Bottom half hugging my legs As that gray rolls over the sky Round and round the block Same cracks in the same old street Breath like a faded cloud Keys waiting back on my seat Quick bite at the kitchen counter Crumbs on a chipped white plate Living room light like a little altar Cursor blinking Asking me to wait Screen glows on my tired face Hands on the keys like I’m in prayer Small quiet tasks in a quiet place Believing someone’s with me there
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Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 4:00 AM UTC
Summer slipped out the back
Summer slipped out the back Packed up the heat so fast Didn’t even say goodbye Just left sand in my shoes Folded the bright short sleeves Boxed up the ocean blue Now every hanger’s heavy With thicker Darker hues I hope we have a mild winter Let the cold come soft Come slow I’m pulling on my long johns Flannel on my shoulders Watching one more season go I hope we have a mild winter Give me one more gentle day I’ll walk that same old block Then sit at my computer Do a little work for God and stayTop of my long johns on Flannel shirt buttoned high Bottom half hugging my legs As that gray rolls over the sky Round and round the block Same cracks in the same old street Breath like a faded cloud Keys waiting back on my seat Quick bite at the kitchen counter Crumbs on a chipped white plate Living room light like a little altar Cursor blinking Asking me to wait Screen glows on my tired face Hands on the keys like I’m in prayer Small quiet tasks in a quiet place Believing someone’s with me there
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60/M/Toronto
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 4:00 AM UTC
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