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Cleveland Cold
The Cleveland cold envelops me like cellophane,
Holding me as tight as a rigor mortis grip,
It clenches at my joints,
Constricting my movement not unlike a python,
Walking feels sluggish,
Lifting my arms is akin to moving through clay,
I revel in the uneasiness of it all,
Joy
Splattered across my face,
Despite all of the kinks the cold brings out,
A childlike wonder s...
Thursday 17th October 2019 6:58 pm
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