dresser drawers
seem to glow orange
as one drifts
off into slumber
with the silent snow
an old friend with the
same name of
a current one
she begins to teach
telling of her journeys
past explosions stall
in pressurized times
feeding the public
with rich heavy food
pizza weighed down
in seas of cheese
leaving the thirteen
nights behind you are
left with these words:
the two find each other
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