vʌln(ə)rəb(ə)l.
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1 min readJan 23, 2019
In tremulous contemplations,
We cling onto such feelings,
Too afraid to share, like chipmunks,
Hoarding secrets to be guarded with
Our mouths, by the skin of our teeth.
But winter deals squirrels the same
Frostbitten cards so that fair play might
Thaw away the pain left behind seeds
Of fearfulness, and veils of anxiety.
