Frost Fire (August Stramm Poems)
Toes deaden.Breath smelts to lead.Hot needles dance in fingers.Backs turn to snails.Ears hum coffee.The fire swaggerswith logsandwith a shrivela cracka ...
Toes deaden.Breath smelts to lead.Hot needles dance in fingers.Backs turn to snails.Ears hum coffee.The fire swaggerswith logsandwith a shrivela cracka ...
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