5th
it is cold. she felt the icy breath
between windows and sims and
be in the view.
longing locations.
the forest behind the house.
beyond the Garden of the lake, and all the berries ripen.
had not bitten they get down.
skin breath halting, dry - they caught fire.
for hours they walked through the streets for days.
they saw the world through his eyes.
beautiful she was before.
never fragile.
was a familiar place for promising.
they summoned him answer for the credit.
put a spell, they would find that to no way out. to create facts
, to make no decisions have.
they went the whole hog and lost in the detail.
each was to challenge banality,
got any word on injuries.
the wood is still wet. small explosions in the fire.
she takes a hot drink.
cinnamon, cloves and cardamom.
new memories to flame.
comforting childhood images
skate trips of long
the carp ponds far short of village
of frozen eyelashes and red-hot cheeks,
from a time where there were some.
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