...the cruelest of human afflictions.
Snaking its way to the pocket of that familiar flannel
Until the warm fabric freezes over, unusable.
I realized there was no destination; I was simply running,
my bare thighs raw.
Then that cold, again.
Stripping the fiery October evening of its life and charm,
transforming it into a vivid nightmare of echoes and thumps.
I need to go home.
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