A note you sent
It's five months
Since you left
Pinched my throath
Stole my breath
Stepped on my
Pigeon chest
I miss it but I'm glad it's over
Got one less mess I'm forced to shoulder
I miss it but I'm glad it's over
Got one less stress hanging over me
A Trace amount
Of that warmth
I fouled
Keeps me from
Freezing over
I still find it
All throughout
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