When I woke up this morning

The sun was in my eyes

Casting a warm glow upon my face

 It was really nice

(So Nice) 

There are 

Those grey days

Where my body aches

And my skin is dull

And my legs fizz

And my hair cannot be tamed

But as the wind

Whispers through

It causes a warm glow

Inside of me.

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There are many hands protruding

From the edges of many sleeves

And there are many fingers wrapped

Around the handles of many bags

(Leather, Paper, Plastic)

And there's a false widow perched

By the kitchen window

Making its home

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It is

December.