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[just-a-lonely-poet]

It’s cold

It’s cold

It’s always cold

I swear

It’s an Arctic in here

I can’t feel the warmth

That I’m supposed to feel

You must not be warm enough

To warm my body

But it’s my fault I’m cold

You told me that only you can warm me up

No one else

But are so cold

No heat at all

But no one else will warm me

So I’ll stay

And hope you warm up soon

When you are away

I warm up a little

But you don’t like it when I’m warm

You want me cold to do you can heat me up

I stay cold

You take my warmth

You are my only warmth

It’s cold

[just-a-lonely-poet]

Giant Magnolia

I’ve always admired the giant Magnolia that master gave me for Christmas

He said that I was his best servant

That he would set me free in the summer

On my birthday

If I was a good servant

He said that I was his best servant

That he would set me free in the summer

On my birthday

If I was a good servant

Master said that if I kept the magnolia alive he would give me a dime

A whole entire ten cents

He will take me down to the shops and I can buy whatever I want!

I asked if I could buy my freedom (I heard that from the adults)

He just laughed and said I was funny

I’ve kept my giant magnolia in a pretty vase that my sister bought last year

It’s kinda blue but kinda brown and kinda white at the same time

The flowers smell nice in my hut

They seem to get bigger everyday

Master said that I’ll be a fine field hand one day

But I don’t want to be a field hand!

I want to work in the city, up north

Only I didn’t say that

I just said thank you

It’s been almost a year

It’s almost Christmas time again

Master didn’t set me free in the summer on my birthday

He gave me another vase

A bigger one for my bigger Mongolia

I didn’t want it

But I said thank you

The flowers are very big

But it’s winter so they aren’t getting much sun

I feel bad that I can’t give them sunshine

Maybe

Me and my flowers

Are alike

I want to go up north, away from master

The flowers want sunshine, away from the cold

It will be a while until we get what we want

It will be a while until we get our sunshine

-inspired by Childe Hassam’s Giant Magnolia’s.

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