I feel too much.
The ice breaks and I fall.
fast.
it's hard to digest that,
like a thirsty fish.
Does such a thing even exist?
How can I love what murders me?
How can you desire what suffocates thee?
Like a naked tree
in the winter,
it will pass
and we will stand
soldiers in the night.
This is not the end of me.
My roots are too deep for that.
written August 21st, 2014
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