poeming while
vortexing in this
frozen suburban
misplaced tundra
can't help but feel
my inner zhivago
over and over again
in this bleak new age
more bleak and lonely
in this glorious cold
scribbling verses
well...
taping on a keyboard
trying real hard to
write something
profound, impactful
world changing
but no chance
of that today...
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