can't get my feet warm in this weather
writing without socks is a frozen exercise in prose
columns have fallen
dust inhales me since I am no longer solid
no longer available
your voice erases gently like the backspace key-stroke
disdain
cold breathing
numerical ellipse
we frankly
do not sell anymore
your face threads its light in oxide
coin lost out of my pocket
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