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Nov 2014
the biting arctic winds have
snapped my frozen bones
in two pieces, the fragments
swirling in the air
and the oxygen goes
up in flames - my voice
has lilted and wavered
and cracked and
i don't want to say this
because i've never
delighted in admitting
the idiotic tendencies
of things and feelings
but i love you.

oh, god,
i love you.
this is going to hurt so much, isn't it?
what, you may ask? *love.*
cr
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cr  midwest, usa
(midwest, usa)   
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