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My death
Would be my last attempt to get your attention
I feel like I’m swimming with my eyes closed, nose to nose with you. you are wide eyed, and its then I see your light, even through the most rayless of times.
In the cold, dark
        of January,
         I remembered
              you
        the most.
  As the chill
      snapped bones
              like branches,
     as the afternoons
   bathed themselves
in gray,
     as the birds
and the backs
      shook,
so did my lips
   around your name.
I'm so happy
     January is almost
over now.

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