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Water stirs with God blue winter
Bones hurt cut with cold
White sky

Freeze dried bitter snowflakes fall
Ghostly petals, all ash settles
Tastes like metal tears I cry

All beneath it dark and thin
She is laughter, I’m her sin
Spring’s undressed and late again
Kisses keep her home in bed

Come instead with me, I said
Sweeter than tomorrow’s dead
And in the talk tomorrow's fire was sacrificed
For love, a lie

And I for love gave nothing more than words
She drank and wanted more
Though sweet they never satisfy
And she would risk her very life to feed the need
She’d been deceived to see as real
And feel so strong about it that she’d give up everything
For me
Though she meant nothing at all to me
Which she found out shortly

She lost herself
And losing me
Had caught my cold
And become me

All about me she becomes
The mud that fills the cracks of earth
The seed that swells the womb to birth
The word that gives a woman worth

New becomes familiar
Resented spent, peculiar
Returned as rented though they were
Desired greatly earlier

In ornate cages life forgotten withers
Purchased for display
From the rising sun I run
Look backwards at the coming day

Forever on the brink of hope
Addicted to its butterflies
But living life while in reverse
Is seeking truth while telling lies

What does this mean
I cannot own what I am given, dare not waste
God deserves all my attention
Lord of all my senses taste