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A bitter
Cold,
Bringing frosted windows.

Breathe,
and see
it flow away.

How I can’t
feel anything,
there’s no rhythm
or thumping
where my hearth
Lay,
Lacking passion.

Do I become the cold,
or,
Live?

 

 

I currently have an e-book of poetry being sold for under a dollar for 99 cents, “Conflicts”.

Sales go to the support of my poetry and limited profit liability company, Stone Temple Micro-Finance and Research, L3C.

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