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#art

#art

winter’s respite

winter’s respite

Prayer for Amnesia

Let me be
the ghost of a rain, 
that you only notice after its passing,
a morning too late. 
The sweet exhaust, a poison 
breathed too deeply.
That line between your brows
when you are worried
let me smooth it, 
let you forget me
forget your worries. 

Permafrost

Winter winds whisper icy,
their lips brushing your ears like snow:
This isn’t yours anymore, this isn’t
your ground, 
pregnant with the cold
not where I once

The hills are hard. You walk up them
slippingly, numbly,
leaving deep tracks. Can’t I follow
can’t I step in them can’t I 
quicken quivering, come quietly
be in your breath as you

Take me frozen
river, 
drown me in your bitterness

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this was me

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this was me

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