Rebecca Gaffron
my feet are cold but my hands are warm,
rejoicing in sentient flames reawakened,
fearing this too will pass.
your tear drops into the corner of my eye,
a drowning man's cold fingers clasp mine
one more time.
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Sunday, January 9, 2011
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