The Chill in Warm Weather

The Chill in Warm Weather

A Poem by gypsynight
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Where am I

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I am small.
Do you hear my voice?
The night is young and all I have is on my back.
The chills roll in and cut fear, deep into ones skin.
You are real, your voice a raw fruit I long to bite into and live.
I have nothing therefore I am rich.

© 2019 gypsynight


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Added on August 28, 2019
Last Updated on August 28, 2019

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gypsynight
gypsynight

Garrettsville, OH



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