Burning Cold
J
James McLain
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Sleeping deep of thought
rising pillow head aflame
now I turn to face the rain.
dropps sweet tounge lite
mask horboring shadow
flows to pool all know now.
Carring bundled tresures
from your mountain home
winding roads will keep safe.
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