
Sometimes hard to pull away
from the systematic trepedations
of these sutured emotions...
cold and calous,
serene and sublime
She left my heart by the window
knowing winter was on the rise-
frost crystalizing my lips
with every breath I took
Bye bye, babii
we missed you at church today
the cross on the steeple
not as symbolic as the one
at your grave









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