i eat a cookie my mother made,
which is shaped like a malformed
heart,
on valentine's day,
on valentine's day.
my father leaves me a note
saying that there are gloves
if i need them,
on valentine's day,
on valentine's day.
i scrape the ice off my car,
with cold bare hands
holding a cold metal can,
on valentine's day,
on valentine's day.
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