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Cold Cracks

Preparing for the winter, when I was just a boy. Newspaper on the plumbing, wood stacked by the stove. Plastic on the windows, blankets on the doors. Filled up with cardboard, Cold cracks in the floor.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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