I have had my fill of this Winter,
the lifelessness in its frost
Fingers stiff, face pale
It's cold pain in the bone
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Speaking gutturally in the fractured
fragments of a foreign language
a tongue unknown to her
...
like the hawk, spiraling
on a downdraft
a suicidal freefall
crashing through rented
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You never called me baby
Not once through all the long years
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White Weddings and Wet Funerals Final
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