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closer

who are you
the winter cried –
as green began to gather
taken by surprise
his woolen cloak

who are you
to come for me –
robbing me of stories
white as comfort
lay atop the sheets

who are you
with sharpened bill
to bury in my bosom –
left of times before
one seed remained

a messenger
of almost light –
December
freed of fortunes
now to break me open
with your sun

who are you
to find me here –
knowing (as you know)
tears already melted
– rivers
wear my name

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