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Goose Bumps
After nearly an entire week of mild weather, This heavy, wet, incessant, penetrant chill, Laden with autumnal rawness, Has got my flesh shriveled up, with goose bumps, My bones clattering, My blood slowing, slowing, My soul so cold it refuses to flow poetic.
Could it be that this painful rain Will force me to rereckon my mission's direction, By keeping me holed up in my cabin (Its choking furnace heat Bringing constant thirst to my skin's surface), Intuit whether this inhospitable frigidity Will last just a few days or persist indefinitely?
09/23/10 - (5)
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