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Friday, September 17, 2010
Curled in a ball
at the back of his bedroom
Nigel stares fixedly at the door.
despite being wrapped in a blanket
and wearing a woolen hat.
The heater by the window is off.
Still he stares,
clinging ever tighter
to soiled fabric.
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