terminally ill—
and her nails beautiful
by the wooden heater
Dakotsu Iida
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Don’t go there
Not yet
Not for a good while yet
Don’t even think about it
Not now
Not even in the near future
It is too much to contemplate
A step too far
However small the steps you take
Think instead of the lightness
Of the temptations
Of the early, explorative years