alone in a dark room I keep cold
winter's warm polluted night light
floods in
fresh snow trying to subdue the city
this peace calls for melancholy
I've been here many times before.
a dark room's walls are invisible
the cold encourages hot tea
the world outside sits still and quiet
while my sanctuary fills with nonsense
a thousand words on paper
no closer to being complete.
-Zero
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