We visit a cold house
But she lives there.
We bring flames for the electric stove
She pours water to clean
But you can't wash flames
They are on the inside
No matter how hard you try to capture the warmth
It is fleeting, just like the visit
We leave behind a cashmere sweater
And pray it can shield her from the cold
But she lives there.
We bring flames for the electric stove
She pours water to clean
But you can't wash flames
They are on the inside
No matter how hard you try to capture the warmth
It is fleeting, just like the visit
We leave behind a cashmere sweater
And pray it can shield her from the cold
-lisa opoku
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