• the paralysed cold never passed

  the shattered, waiting pieces that make it

  what doesn't matter anymore.

  the moonlight my city surrounded needed proof;

  fear; it's buried by pieces of the sky

  pieces to call home.

  call my teeth at the shallow gates, i'm

  waiting.

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