a night wrought in unvarnished wood
the rough edges scrape delicate sanity
my body yearns
but I cannot find warmth
as I lye in
the snow
what melted from my heat has frozen
I've long since passed

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for those of us who can find beauty in somber things as well as the conventional nice stuff. this is for all of you who love me for who I am, and to tell you I appreciate it... for those who find whatever element I am/have, as something to be cherished.