winter hands, hollow me out
empty dry, a release, i need
these city buildings are tragic
tall like forest trees
and swallowing me bit by bit
an innocent bird growing bitter
lost in all the dead leaves falling
burying any living soul below
second hand smoke reruns and
brand new piles of fear each morning
mystery bruises, lonesome nights
winter cold, fall asleep inside my bones
break apart, awakening, i ache
identical shadows, flashes, smiles
backwards feet, never ending pavement
winter breeze, tell me a story
forgive, forget, follow through
drowning underneath your frozen touch
eyelids shut, lips parted, i breathe in.
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