Not Another Lovesong.

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see here,
now

the waking
is slower
these days

don't forget
your promise
to keep

don't go
keening for
what's broken

what we had
is only
frostbitten

and with warmth
we'll thaw

the freezer burned
taste will
not be
forgotten

no matter how
high
the power

i trust you
enough
to throw you

i won't turn
my back
on you
in the room

but i'll toss
you like a stone

that i have
carried so long
in my pocket

we eat slowly
the things
we are ashamed of.