TINY HEAT
On Withholding the Furnace.
By Pamela JamesPublished 2 months ago โข Updated 2 months ago โข 1 min read
The mug before it remembers what itโs for
The mug warms my hands.
I leave the room cold on purpose.
Some heat must be earned.
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