temperate.

tremble at the breeze;
i am always cold
and you are always
too hot.
it’s a mismatch
of fate
that follows me.
i am well accustomed,
but leaving others
to fall and whimper.

funny how
sometimes,
i successfully
elude even myself.
and for once
the clouds seem whiter
and the crowds seem brighter;
alas, 24 hours is the closest
i’ll ever get
to a normal temperature.

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