bad feelings of yesterday
bad feelings of last year
bad feelings die in winter
his face
taste
and every single
wasted day
i am free to move on
to tomorrow
tomorrow i will move on
and then onto
the next day until
they all run out
and into each other
and into
next winter
summer
couldn't
come any faster...
when every dead thing
has thawed
and the melt
glistens
in the sun
thats when i know
what died in winter
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