A chill down the spine
Iron breaths feel like they are coming from way down
Taking too long to surface
Creating excess exhaustion
Pull the sweater sleeves down over the hands
Suddenly needing warmth
Close the eyes
Feel heartbeat in the ears and temples
A simple gesture
But painful
And it happens everyday
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Poetry Book 4
Poetryhello again! another poetry book - number four, to be exact. if you've been here a while, you know the drill: there's no order to this thing, and after 100 poems or writing pieces, there's gonna be a new book. about the cover: it was a Thursday at S...
