Cold Fronts




Cold Fronts


There are days that decompose
moans, and there are dizziness’s

and cold front sentences, pasts stars
that can sense every emotion.

They remember everything. It is the
inescapable shock of memory;

the beginning of a day that has no choice
but to begin, that just offers itself.

Who knows what it feels.
 It never gives up.

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