I wonder what he thought I was feeling
when he lent me his navy blue jacket
"here, take it"
"but won't you need it too?"
"you need it more than I do"
with a nod, he stood up, and left.
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was I cold? was it obvious that I was cold?
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and now it occurs to me,
someone would be willing
to give me warmth
even though he'd have to face coldness
and feel coldness in return.
it occurs to me,
not everyone is as weak as me
and not everyone is immune--
immune to the cold as he was.

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Life? Life.
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