Long As I Have You To Write To I Will

His hands were frozen.

Hard like week old buns.

Hands hollow

like the buns were.

Just a shadow of what was there.

His fists got him exactly no where.

Nowhere & they didn’t care!

Nowhere & loving it there…

What a pair!

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

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