A cold front.

A cold front.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

A cold front.
That pestilence
in your tone
wiping your breath
on my words
as I spoke, 
left me cold.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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wow, "wiping your breath/ on my words"

love those lines...

Posted 7 Years Ago

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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