Wonder Woman

flat and paletake down your hands from the window there are smudges of your breath left behind littered with words in thick finger strokes on top of each other, clumsily you can't remember what you were trying to sayflat and pale
you aren't as cold as the glass when you take the hands away - your palms were pressed as you looked outwards and now they are flat and pale.
there is no heating under your brown carpet no padding inside the thin grey walls
your breath starts coming out of your mouth boldly, like steam rising from your tongue; looking like cells of you hav
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