falling stars freeze the year

                     after dark through death and breeze

                            short like leaves
                              cold as ice

                                         loveless moons pass over here
 

                           with dirt about you
 
                                                the time from a summer long ago
 
                                                            ended not like a season

                                                                            yet as a life
                                letting it ask
 

                                                                           why me
 
 
 
 
 

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