a chill
is in the air,
in my bones.
a storm is rising
along the coast
of my arms
and legs, up
towards
the island
of my heart.
i can hear
the rain, the
sweep of wind
rattling the trees
and shelters
in my mind.
i've gone north
for the winter.
gone cold.
is in the air,
in my bones.
a storm is rising
along the coast
of my arms
and legs, up
towards
the island
of my heart.
i can hear
the rain, the
sweep of wind
rattling the trees
and shelters
in my mind.
i've gone north
for the winter.
gone cold.
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