FireplaceYou left me out in the blistering cold I wear your jacket; it wears thin and it is no substitute for a hand to hold I shiver as months go by with little acknowledgment the frozen tears I cry are our sole accomplishment you fail to invite me into your warm, cozy house with your hot vegetable stew and the fire in the fireplace you've doused I starve and freeze outside I curl up next to a tree for shelter I have died meanwhile, you swelter well-fed in your nice home devoid of love for those who love you browsing a philosophy tome andFireplace
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