An owe to Odesa
She never know.
Like the snow, she left him cold, frozen.
Unable to speak, weep. No sleep for weeks.
She was his, for a time.
Naked, sublime.
His eyes breathing her in, like sin. Unravelling.
- Howie Sheffield
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