first: never in spring

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i thought i held you in my hands,

i remember these cold fragments of love

we did not survive the icy winter

but summer is here. my sorrow is felled.


do not stir in your grave. i will not weep,

for we are always, and yet never again.

always in winter, never in spring,

but we will live forever, during those breaths in between.

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