It's cold.
much colder than yesterday. Very
even colder today.
not go out not even to smoke, not even to die, and looked out.
He passes. Cool.
head nicely mowed by the icy wind.
's face frozen. Icy eyes.
hair stuck in thin strips rigid, solidified. Watch
front-of him.
Watch the wind, the only worthy-of itself, the only one of all his love.
And I miss you see me, me, shivering behind the glass window of my-dirty.
Fixed the unlit cigarette.
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