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Nov 2010
freezing rain is not frozen rain.
that is to say,
my breaking heart is not a broken heart.
my breaking heart is not yet solid
is not yet solid ice.
the air around the muscles is not thick
is not too hard to cut through
is not suffocating.
the soft edge is just beginning to glaze over;
the thin air is just beginning to grow heavy.
that is to say,
you might be going,
but you are not yet gone.
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Written by
KM Hager
509
   --- and Eric Logan
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