While a cold, heartless month like January gets to stuff its face with 31 whole days,
¿a lovely month like February only gets 28 —
& maybe 29 when there’s an extra crumb?
Proof o’ the cruel capitalism o’ reality.
Bleak & cold
gray morns warm my heart ~
month o’ love.
Im Schatten des Tal des Todes,
sie schneiden uns die Handgelenke und schicken uns in den Himmel ~
die erste Blume nach der Flut.
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