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end song, pt. 2

The sting after the cold
inside and warm with leaky
nose and numb fingers
I struggle to jot this down
by the fire I put on another
log and watch the embers
catch. I strung the Chrsitmas
lights across bushes and faded
white red-striped candy canes
lining the walkway to our door
till my fingers stopped tingling
because I couldn't feel them.

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a free write from my draft book

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