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welbutrin winters
the winter never knows
when to give up.
to let go of its chill.
the wind chewing at my neck
then slithering down, still.
the winter never knows
when to give up.
to let go of its chill.
the wind chewing at my neck
then slithering down, still.
Winter Chills
I don't know where
that wind came from
but it entered at the gap
in my woolen scarf,
froze my collarbone
then went looking
for my armpit.
.
The dogs of winter
bark in the winds
that nibble at the feet
of Spring and refuse
to give an inch.
.
allets
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