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Day 16: Mine

Her:

the day the snow fell upward
i thought to myself,
hair swinging to lure out
the monster under my bed,

the stasis of a body is cold,
the stasis of two bodies is heat,
the stasis of many bodies is loneliness.

i reeled in my lines only to find dust bunnies
and the bitterness of my soles
at having never seen
an un-trampled flake of snow.

only a weight-less flurry
ofΒ heaped loneliness,
the monster under my bed.

Him:Β 

DAY 16

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