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carcasses hanging in the butcher's freezer room, your heart, that similar place i stand in breathing frozen, lonely air, breathing out neglected steam, hanging momentarily like phantoms expecting more, then vanishing. i hold you and the icicles begin to thaw, one by one the capacity to love. you hold me and frost turns to condensation on the windows of your soul. with my finger i write the words, "i need you." |
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