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thinking and filling up on regrets, enamored with chilly jaw shivers i saw my own shadow down there. almost puzzled i glance below and to the right another shadow. exact movements were shared. we drank from the same toasty cup. put this into perspective. future? positivity? that metaphor jumped out almost too sudden for my own comfort. shakes from last winter, and the winter before, and before, and before jump up my spine. always outside. always wishing to be in that sweater.