Winters cold has reached it's depth.
Freezing flesh and bone and.... blood.
Confusion and curiosity besets me in wonderment,
How can dead blood, be more, dead?
Thick it lay within my chest with the scent of you.
Blood with Blood,,, entwined.. we were.
And yet we found ourselves on opposite ends,
Buried deep in icy soil and stiffened satin.
Lie in dreams, I, dream...
I feel that feel, so far away, yet quick in mind
So close as if it were last dusk.
Why do you allow this decay,,, why do we?
We fear and love so violently within ourselves,
So much so that we would prefer to live in this death.
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