Sweet kiss of winters wisp,
Thinking their would be a reason,
As I float through the amniotic pill,
When a fish swallows a hook too deeply, instinctual,
The winds know of what I do with her,
Caustic prevention,
What tree grew them,
Where was this organism,
Sapping away my heart slowly,
Even one thing to keep me from acting,
That for a time was a blessing,
The guts come bursting forth without any shame,
While there, a cool breeze tickles,
Nihilistic salvation,
Realist iconization,
The nourishment of it,
My heart belongs to another,
From professing my love to you.
The puss-oozing shattered heart,
Staring into my pooling tears a gentle I Love You,
As a reminder that Winter is still to come.
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