Thirteen [Day 15]

Shivering hands find comfort in numbness when
kindness costs thirteen pennies:
a very fatal, evil number indeed,
and bluish lips speak: “help, help please,”
but who would help at that cost?

thirteen days of summer, spent cold
thirteen ways of dying
thirteen snowflakes
thirteen lies
thirt-

too cold:

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