Heavy Footed

I’ve fallen through thin ice.
The very ice I learnt to walk on as a child.
But when your mind’s born with the gene of being heavy footed
you were going to crack the foundations sooner or later.
Winter breathes down my neck in these deep, dark depths of human emotions
and it’s as cold as a kiss from death.
Summer dances above.
I can taste the beef on the barbeques
and hear the clinking of t...

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