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The iodine of lapsed desires
The sting clinches my strength
The cold claws at my fire
Stealing my gleameth

You walk on by to war
Now I wish you would reappear
But the notes are black on the red eyes of Mars . . .
year after year
Please don't run away. I know you've never experienced it in this way; these emotions may feel like a lot. I am not asking you to love me in the same way as much as I am asking you to remain present with me. We can alter and adjust anything that feels like a challenge with patience. You're safe here. You feel it. So let's heal together. I have completely fallen for you. My heart may've shattered and blown in the wind on the way down. Our connection pulls me closer to you with each minute we stand and hold one another; our heart- its brokenness- is restored.
Inspired by a photo on tumble
 Dec 2023 Edmund black
Qweyku
The beauty of a snowflake is
seed with impurity.
A dust atom the foundation
of its crystallisation.

An air of heaven meeting earth,
a divine tango of melting gracefulness;
watering this cold cursed Earth

© Qwey.ku 2023
Science observes all snowflakes are marked with the number six. And like Adam are formed from dust.
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