Its that time again
Yes winter but...
Also a smoke break
The sliding glass door
Squeaks as the cold air
Rushes in
Blowing the napkins
Off of the table
I sit on the balcony
Frigid
My fingers like
The bare tree twigs
Frozen from the winter
Air
Chilled and puffing
I'm wondering...
Is now a good time
To quit?






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