SIXTY-TWO
woven between ribs

The flames are woven
in between
your ribs.
They've reached the grace of your heart.
You cannot water down the flames.
You cannot stop the smolder
in lungs that do not give.
When your hands are too cold to feel the beat,
the heat of your existence
will ignite you.

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 What's your favorite part of winter? 
𒐀 I love when it snows. It's the best when I get to play in the snow with my dog. I also used to love getting days off/delays for school when I went to school. Now, snow days don't really exist in my adult world lol.

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