golden sun

huddled in patches of sunlight
soaking every ounce of warmth
the world away from that small patch
feels so dreary and damp
rubbing hands
pursing lips, exhaling breath
pretending to smoke like daddy
watching the smoke coming out of mouth
giggling with fun.

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