cold
and colder
(cold) in
nights so short
you could
wrap a song
around them: i
haven't been sleeping,
lately,
without you.
things feel small.
my boots,
and my hat: i
cover my self up
with scarves,
the scars
you left hanging on my
threadbare soul...
my edges fray
like
christmas trees.
i try to camouflage my pain,
to flock it with snow,
to tie it up with bows...
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