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Sitting at breakfast
Eating my bowl
Of soggy cereal
Left out while
I brushed my teeth
Blood rushes
Out of my fingertips
In an instant
From simply
holding a spoon.
How nice it would be
To not be numb
In the cold.
Because the cold
Is inviting
Is everlasting
Is comforting
Encouraging even.
To feel my toes
When I dance
Earth underneath
Grounding me
Is so enticing
Walking barefoot
Without a care
Besides a scrape
Or a splinter.
To hold a hand
Without fabric
Cutting off
The connection
To be worried about
Sweaty palms
On a first date
Instead.
My untroubled mind
Is now
Careworn.
I'm tired.
Bored of the
Inconsistency
And of the resident
It has become.
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