Night Air: A Poem

A chill breeze finds its way through the open window,

Tentatively swirling around the room

Until it brushes against my dry hands, finds

The cracks slowly forming in my skin, rustles

Between my fingers and the keys, slides

Across the back of my neck, sending shivers

Down the hairs along my spine.

I could close the window;

But I don’t.

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