In the winter rain
I held your Melting body
The paint leaving you
Escaping me
The blue brown yellow
from your skin
the ivory from your bones
they slip through my fingers
Where you soul was
there remained
a soaked canvas
battered and twisted
in my hands
With all the dust of the world
you were washed away
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