outsidɘ by Coldest Winter

Behind a desk, I sit and stare.
To ask, I dare not. Why?
The wife, the cat, my hat, the glare,
was scared to go outside.

At home, alone, with them, it's then
just when I feel but fine.
To trust someone, somewhere, somewhen
so much to stay inside.

Yours,

~ CW

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