cocooned inside this
bravely decorated cave
watching teardrops trickling,
down the windowpanes, trapped
in visions of my own making, comfort
warmth and everything refined,
the world outside denied, time enough
for pages of adventure, romance, transport
vicarious accolades,
dreams of a life, unravelling
in grey weather and empty coffee cups,
Oh, the travesty of rain.
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