Outdoors
It's colder than it should be.
I find myself surrounded by circles:
nasty oranges and filthy yellows.
I realize my commitment to you is minimal.
But only because I have a greater commitment to me.
My pride is scarce,
and my selfishness is drowning me.
You should be thankful for a drought
every now and then.
And it's not the act of being greedy
that disturbs me.
It's that the water is refreshing.
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