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cold fingers in the snow, i remember
life as connecting the dots, move your arms and legs
as the winter quiet settles in my head.

skinned knees and brave little soldiers, too wooden to speak, locked away,
baby, you just don't know how much you are going to miss those things

i'm desperate for some water but I can't reach the tap
the glasses are broken shards under foot
I quit feeling the cuts
but it's glass or eggshells...

i have found one whole shell among so many shattered eggs you'd think it was snowing

you say "if I hold on we may fall together,
but if you hang on too tight we might fill the sky with pieces of you."

"like Shooting stars," I said.

lay down, lay down darling
and we'll make angels.

i
have not come
undone
yet

(oh my beautiful star, you still my heart with your words.
what will you do to bring me back around...

...pull my pieces together again?)

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