suffer and live, suffer through
the worn torn fabric of confidence
shatter a grid-like exsistence
pride died on razor winter's horizion
prethought and preordained this separation
always just a day away
a dream away
a house on a hill solid against the blue black night
no snow but icy cut cold air wraps around breath
dancing wisps, layered lights on rooftops below
a scatter...organized chaos
Imitating paradise
what shines through, A will....
dirty and primary darting emotions in the wind
lost kite descends towards the heavens
forgetting and falling upward into the squall
of razor winters smile
left with a soft limp string
quite alone
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