A Walk that Splinters

A hat, some fake fur to drown my face from eyes that smell like did I see you this time last year, and it’s not snowing glad it’s not snowing mist instead cloaks itself in frozen coat tails dance like it’s new year’s, it’s always new year’s, some fat baby crying tell its mother to shush I want to hear the distress of being bundled up too tightly.

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