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Shivering


Smell of sweat
Cold memories
And the sound of someone’s
foundation being ripped apart
“No”
I always get the ones who
leave you shivering
The ones who push you
out the door
So you stand there—
Wiping snow from your fingers
And dripping pain on your heart


By Christie Clark