nickle
cold and fickle
blood home to bone and bone home to skin
now your blood is on my skin
out from beneath yours
your body is hallow but your last breath is swinging in my hair
i hold you until the warmth leaves everything behind
your eyes, your fingers, your heart and now your soul
you become white. frozen. gone.
time has stopped. i died there with you.
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