lay me in between
the arms of your doubt and your sleep
keep me close when there is no love
even if tonight we are lovers
consider me in the curl of a question mark
when you are huddled
trying to learn how to hold tight
in spring
eaten by the heat
and the leaking fingers
in summer
moving to the other side of the bed
where sleep is better
and a head can fall
in autumn
then winter comes
where each snow is unlike any other before
but on the ground
they all look the same
even you in bed
alone
watching bodies crash down
into the single truth there is
scream it scream it
tell it to me
the world was made out of loneliness
and will be destroyed by it
too
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