winter/38/Soul love saga

 

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Occasionally on winters icy regent mornings

Nothing escapes it’s grasp

cold air seeps into this old house

through every crack

creating a draft.

Through my clothes to the bone

cold withered prospects..

Even the oil bills regent screams

controlling extortion

making seamless activity

impossible to venture

Bio heat activated through false hope

blasphemy falls through my lips

with each new bill

tending to multi layered dimensional being

journeying through this laden crossfire

in this winter wonderland

I lay waiting in the dormant woods

waiting for an icy fable in february

scattered flakes

melting for springs return

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