dark early.
dark. Another winter
you have not asked
come quick, come now.
The mat, consumed
hysterical as nails, not keep the cold
Monthly
scales and breath of January,
poison
slips under the door
icing on the hallway.
Again, as coffee, salts
slow since
me that I did not even bleed
time while I shave. The breath
January,
poison
slips under the door
the icing but I only need a corridor
mocha to warm up the kitchen.
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