a feeling a step above dead fills the car
the false heat of the heater keeps me warm
and I can feel it creeping into my core
my lips pull upward into a smile
not the smile I wear
but the one that I genuinely feel
the sun rises around me
and I'm not dead
I pull into the parking lot
and pull out the keys
the car is cold
I open the door
and step out into the weather
the warm rushes from me
and I put on my heavy smile
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