“Another Cold One”
It is one degree
on the other side
of this windowsill
my palm is pressed.
David Bowie is dead.
I think I will go
back to bed.
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It is one degree
on the other side
of this windowsill
my palm is pressed.
David Bowie is dead.
I think I will go
back to bed.
SHARE THIS POEM!