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winter show, the winter snow 

isn’t the white she wanted but

she makes do in the morning

so it’s dew frozen over

but it’s not right, she says to me,

my life isn’t indoors or cold or warm,

i’m just tired, you understand, right? 

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winter snow, the winter show is

what she needed, something

to slip her into sheets carrying ripe desire

around her rose lips

and her skin bristles, it bristles,

in the morning when she says

it’s not the life i want,

you understand what i’m saying, don’t you? 

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winter crows, white winds blow

snow into her eyes -

look at what we’ve done,

look at what i’ve done to me,

i’m not this woman.