Curled up with a cathartic hot cocoa
As the fire crackles and snaps,
Giving out their own heats
To warm me through and through,
Inside and out
From weary foot
To quiet depths of a kind heart.
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Storehouse for the passing thoughts in my sometimes chaotic head, open to comments once you've read.
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