you realize your hands are white
your life was spent in an effort
to keep ice from your face
you are sinking with the moon
it will go and you will stay
enough
lay down
no branches bleed
enough
you realize your hands are white
bells in the woods
who is ringing them now?
seasons will find you
enough
lay down
no branches bleed
enough
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