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Cold Fingers

As fall fell with leaves tinged rusty brown,

As humans do intoxicated, they fell to the ground;

And rotted. Hidden by the smooth covering from the sky,

Snow – oh so white – blight out my sins, hide my lies.

I cannot revive ‘till spring warms my cheek.

The bleak weather has passed

I was a corpse dead and gone and rotten,

The snow melts and reveals the truth.

I held you with my fingers rotten and frost bitten,

Broken tenders, will never be forgiven...

This the end

Marked by the beginning again;

We will mend, we will mend.

My fingers gripped you trough the ice

Pulling hatred from love and love from lust,

You were nice - we were a bust – you were a must,

Still my fingers laid broken till the rains brought the rust...

My joints creaked and groaned ‘till the sun shone,

Though I remained and you were gone,

and now the sun shines; I feel like rain -

then...

What remains shall grow.
Written by Triv
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