November
2014‐12‐06 3:59 PM
I hear the rain
It's November
I see the darkness
It's November
I feel myself shutting down
It's November
Don't talk to me,
It's November.
Crawl under blankets, hide my
head, Don't ask me to do
anything.
I don't want to smile.
I don't want to dress up.
I don't want to sparkle.
Please just crawl in my warm
dim nest and enfold me,
Breathe with me,
Stroke my hair,
Hold my feet.
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