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the cool winter nights 

sweeten into balmy spring

but there is one piece missing

from this image

an absence that lingers upon my skin

like a flawless fingerprint

this thirst

this famine

holds fast to my flesh

a cloven spirit

a past that guards its secrets

with chastity belts

a wanting

a reckoning

who will help me hold this emptiness?

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i said,
where have you been?

she said,
entrenched within
the liminal spaces...
seeking... sorting... sitting.

i said,
and, what have you reaped?

she said,
a flow that words would but imprison.