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cold black

your icy charcoal whispers
cover the light of winter in wisps
of dust.

you recognize the stillness of
the galaxies.

your thorn-covered eyelids
don't shield you from the memories.

watch these sand-colored clouds fly
above you and above the world
above the icy charcoal whispers that i wanted to kill

to cover the light of winter
in wisps of dust.

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