many a thought a concourse lies ahead
I wish that it were dead.
Come save me
dwell with me in cold quarters tucked away in hollows meandering.
Let the cold outside be a new reminder of the warmth within
lest I forget.
Make me Entirely new
I fall baren in the snow with these words upon my lips
embrace them now I raise my hands.
Entirely new
Erase me.
Snow on my lips rise my fallen hero
brush off these knees.
I check my sides for things I have forgotten
but memory reminds me I dont need them.
Should I remain this cold ?
or brace myself ?
Naked as the sky
I will not hide.
Deny thyself
I fall backwards into the white
please drag me indoors
Ive not the strength
I am
Entirely Yours.
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