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THE AGONY OF WANTING
inside this month of broken skin
and bitten lips
(while some shiver
and i melt)
you make me remember why the sky must grow dark,
why my skin grows cold
as one breath precedes another.
i have learned the difference
and pure motion,
between regret and the agony
that snaps every blue flower
and spits ice into the skies.
there is no easy footing,
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