to feel
cold,
but you do, lying here,
under
a half-moon,
leaking
pale light
through the blinds,
the blankets pulled
to your chin,
the dog at your side.
what is this
bone chill
within you.
what's bothering
you tonight?
what gloom has returned
again?
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