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winter

when your bones are hollowed out,
the words taken from your mouth,
and your feet can’t find that solid ground,
you’re falling, drifting, all the way down.
the high mountain ranges hug your shadow,
you settle your tired body into soft,
silent, snow.
you pull the cold over your skin and bones,
your new eternal home.
the frost eats at your fingertips,
the chill creeps from the outside in,
you close your eyes,
mind starts to drift,
your fantasies are such sad feeble lies.
you can feel a million things in your quiet dreams,
that don’t quite translate themselves in life.
so the tears cried,
froze before they left the eyes,
one last silent prayer,
before you lie down for the night.