My breath billows away
like a smoker’s residue
caught in the wind
turning the world gray.
I should be chilled,
since my cheeks are red,
but in your presence
it’s with warmth I’m filled.
Below Zero
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My breath billows away
like a smoker’s residue
caught in the wind
turning the world gray.
I should be chilled,
since my cheeks are red,
but in your presence
it’s with warmth I’m filled.
Autumn Siders 