the wind is teething
soon, bite marks will cover skin
winter is coming

nose against cold glass
joys on display, locked inside-
a window shopper.

old stuff- a medley

stray thoughts in three lines
of seventeen syllables
sanity intact


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sugar, cinnamon 
in a sea of milk and rice- 
your words are dessert


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snowflakes in my hair
pink blossoms under my feet
winter still lingers


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spirals of pasta
missing carbonara sauce
my life without you