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I sat in the cold
by Carissa DeweyI sat in the cold as
the sun traveled below rooftops
the air suffocated my bareness.
I sat on a birdseed covered stump
and watched through
the grey,
the edge of the sunset.
Then I walked inside and
I went to bed.
And as I awoke I watched
the morning sun
paint the same picture
on the wall facing my tired eyes
and I thought of that cold
and of its loneliness.
01/03/2008 Posted on 01/04/2008
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