My toes are cold.
Come home, he says.
To you?
To warmth in your bread by the fire,
we’ll hide under down
from the snow.
And my studies?
Quit? Again?
Take a break.
My third?
You are beautiful,
I need you
here.
December 04, 2008, 2:13am
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