Warm skin
Happy
Still to be alive
Coughing, coughing
Rising from the deep
Cool thoughts
Cold feet
Optical illusion
Clouds don't move
Branches don't move
I can't sit still
That old shed
With its moss covered roof
That old fence
With its memory of sunflowers
All in all
This mirror catches me
As I hear
The upstairs floorboards creaking
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