Love in Winter Juxtapose

And I’d pour over the pieces of things

That couldn’t and wouldn’t and shouldn’t

Until all that’s left of me

Is atrophy

For fear of losing yet another piece

Of my soul as I fold, lose control

The only way to receive

Is first giving

So I stand and hand out my diamond rings

They glisten and christen in frisson

And someday, I must believe

She will find me

And someday, all the world will cease to be

In remembered December ember

All that once caused me to freeze

Will set me free

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