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  • chaoticallysmallpoetry
    • Aug 26
    • 1 min read

Cabinets

I keep waiting for the weather to change,

from warm summer nights to cold winter days.

The way to cold wraps me in its blanket,

warming my mind of happy memories,

I keep stored away like file cabinets in the basement.

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