snow

there was a few

more helpful days

in the fearsome ways

you and the moon all

that was left in a cement

smell and if you could

not know it is in the

basement but I loved

making you happy

that is where the face went

rell everything once the play

has drawn the curtains closed

and after this destruction of all

of these years plans were dead

before the end of January

and the

dance is

no more

alive

than

winter

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a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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