Chill
Gelid,
The sea breeze.
Malign,
This shivery morn.
Cold air,
A hideous monster,
Slithering
in empty places,
Lurking
in lonely drives,
They snake downhill.
Sopping,
The sidewalks,
As I walk
between decaying abodes.
Still,
I will catch the sun,
Rising.
To shine.
And beam cordial warmth,
I shall need store.
When I am trembling
am shivering,
Along the ocean's
desolate shore.
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