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May 2020
Such bitter sorrows,
Love unrequited, left ignored
Festers like an open sore
Pond's frozen over but the ice is thin
How quick it could be broken
How fast that we could sink

The sun has set, the curtains drawn
Bloodstains left in pure white snow
Our love has left us
Like lungs full of flowers,
It's getting hard to breathe
Hard to think
Just let me sink

The palest pink,
Delicate veins and perfect tracery
Lacework of life
Cold though they become
This love will haunt us still
We are two winter birds
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