it isn't so much
the drafty
windows where
the air seeps
in with cold
blue fingers
and finds it's
way up your sleeve
or leg.
nor is it the lack
of light, as the
low sun falls
too quickly
into darkness,
drawing shadows
across the room.
no. this house
is just turned
the wrong way.
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