Taking Off My Coat...

Listening to the softly sounding but harshly blowing wind, I come inside to settle down. Longing to write feelings that are clear and constructed, I have to first take off my coat. Beginning to look around and find a spot to sit and write, I survey the area for pieces of familiarity. I keep it brief as I write during hours that are not all mine. I will prepare in a few to take off my coat, to remove my pad and pen and begin to share.
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