january in poetry

  • Jan. 7, 2015, 11:38 p.m.
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cold, bleak
don’t mistake the winter-time
for the forever-death of summers
don’t mistake the twilight
for the permanent loss of the sun
don’t mistake your cold feet
for early-onset diabetic neuropathy
cold, bleak losing streak
how I wanna believe it’s just a phase
how I wanna believe
it’ll end in a handful of days
cold, bleak


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