Now in this space
Things are done but not quite.
Things need my attention but I have none to give.
I want to keep working but I stop frozen.
It is bone chilling cold and I feel so strongly
I feel like making something
but I am too frozen
to move forward just yet.
I hear songs, see photographs, and I look at my hands.
They want to move, they want to make, they want to thaw.
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