Quiet Inside

Quiet inside

Lungs burning

From the cold

And about my day

Armoured with purpose

I hold close

What I have of you


The pleasure of

Untainted recollection,

Like sips of hot chocolate,

Warm the lips

Enough to speak

Without them cracking

Your name fits them

Like a glove


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