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I’m Blaming This One on the Weather

The cold air is the spoon
Placed without thought inside
A freezer — the taste bites
But it’s still so good

Early morning, forced walks,
The moon, full and bright
And so awake, looking exactly
The opposite of how I feel

My floral top of navy blue and red
Shivers under the cool breeze
I thank Under Armour for this soft
Comfort that I shrug on with care

Needless things, important things
Tackle them today; I have little choice
So I borrow courage from whatever comfort
That is left from the early morning weather

When the truth hurts and the push
Eventually comes to shove,
Don’t we all hold on to something, anything
That makes us feel as if
Things will be better ’round the next bend?

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About Anna

A 30-something female awed/delighted/floored with anything horror. Known to kick-start her days with coffee. Indulges in chocolates, blogging, writing, and reading. Attracted to the offbeat and the quirky / the odd and the strange / the weird and the eerie.

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