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I walk the world with thoughts of you
In every place I go
Your voice is on the winter wind
Your footprints in the snow
And every tool I try to use to scrape you from my mind
Cuts your name onto my tongue
And beats me till I'm blind
I layed my head upon your knees and breathed the air you breathed
I cut myself when you were cut to know just how you bleed
Now as I walk this empty earth with nothing but a face
To breathe me and to bleed me
Until I leave this place
 Jan 2013 Elizabeth Thorn
August
crack
falling*
The winter dries you out.
The winter ties you down.
It takes away your warmth.
It wants you to drown.
The frozen sheet above your head.
The way your fingers bled.
Your fingernails scratching the ice.
Worn to wounds, sinking like lead
A fatal breath, nothing now is dry
Widened fear fills your eye
The current gives one final tug
Your hair waves goodbye & then you die
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
Stop showing
You love me
A little at a time.

Stop saying
You care
Bit by bit.

Stop keeping
Me here
For tiny pieces of time.

Because I need
All of you
Not piece by piece.

I love
All of you
Not just some parts of you.

So love all of me
All the way
All the time.

Or let all of me go
All at once
For good.
2011

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