Today I could hardly compose myself. Everyone around me brimming with abstraction, abstraction.
I sat on the vent when I got home to regain feeling in my numb toes. The hot air lifted around me like my lover's breath and I never felt so alone.
I found a penny beside the couch. Attached to it, every copper hope.
And I sent it by way of the furnace.
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