Ignoring Grief
It's like wearing thick gloves
and then touching the ice-
you know it's c o l d
but you can't quite feel the slippery smooth surface
and the texture of the soggy wool that separ-
-ates your s h a k i n g hands from the ice
it's almost worse than if you had simply
picked up the ice with your bare
hands.
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