January Morn Hlm
january morn
heat pump continuously hums....
golden orb rises
Henry was told to take a nice bath
He knew a cold room would freeze his a__
So, he built a word fire
Filled his lover with desire
Slipped outside with his clothes and white spathe
another cold sunrise,
calla lily with white spathe buried
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