I’m done with soft snow falling
on the battlefield;
the symbols that make nice
with senseless dying.
My love, I need you desperately.
The branches of dead trees
scrape the darkened windows.
My love, I need you now.
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I call to you,
I call to you:
the child,
the children;
the moments we were so alive
and without thought.
The magic of moments;
the curtains that moved with the night;
the curtains that promised all fear
and protection at times.
The witch and the teeth
and the moments of praying.
The gathering night
and the magic,
so fearsome and true.
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The well-used deck of playing cards;
the crease that [...]