destined
to be alone i
hold on
to my sanity because
i have to.
i wrap it up
on cold winter nights
in flannel pajamas
and lady's slippers,
romance
evaporating.
all around me,
two by two,
i watch
them melt
in
tiny marsh
mallow puddles,
(swirling) into each other
like the colors
of a peppermint stick.
i sit here by myself,
alone,
just watching,
the color of dirt.
i am
unmixed cocoa
on top of
the heap...
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