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the lean months
we wrap our words up tightly
burn old bonds for warmth
orange Anglepoise
dramatic desk-bound evenings
longer shadows cast
stop thinking about
unfinishable business
her hand, your pocket
wintry wanderings
even the streetlights are tired
blinking down at me
warm air hits cold glass
safe here in the inbetween
drips on a cold pane
November memories
spill through our old sash window
effigies burning
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