Sunbitten

Sunbitten voices echo through empty November air,

reheating frozen-over skin

until walls melt into softened stone.

 

A fear of pseudo-smittenness

covers and quiets rapid minds

in warm lungs, unspoken.

 

I have no voice with which to ask,

so I hope you read my mind

and answer with yours.

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