winter fresh
squeezing my brain
'til tiny, delicate droplets of thought trickle warm down
deep into my spinal tissues, folds and crevasses
thick, static, protected from reality
and raging storm
the whistling wind's sweet lullaby
and i
under clean sheets
after hot shower
'til tiny, delicate droplets of thought trickle warm down
deep into my spinal tissues, folds and crevasses
thick, static, protected from reality
and raging storm
the whistling wind's sweet lullaby
and i
under clean sheets
after hot shower
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