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Snow Day
The lowest point found me
shivering in a filthy kitchen
The second day of January
I'd walked away from my old life
a lover, a home, a decade of meaning
all stripped and left upstream
The blue mind and splintered heart
of a thousand Christmas drinks
conspired behind my leaky eyes
No friends around, no work in front of me
The year loomed huge and empty
a vast and frozen lake of days
Monday 17th July 2023 5:17 pm
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