In the spring why
must we die?
I think
we were made
out of snow.
Moments preserved
in every flake
of every mold.
Memories melt.
Insensitive sun.
In the slush
sinking....Who's who
in the ocean?
I'm palpable me
A frozen smile
in the snow.
must we die?
I think
we were made
out of snow.
Moments preserved
in every flake
of every mold.
Memories melt.
Insensitive sun.
In the slush
sinking....Who's who
in the ocean?
I'm palpable me
A frozen smile
in the snow.
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