when half your life

is laid at stake

and winter never starts

cause all the leaves

in stilted time

refuse to leave their hearths.

and all you love

with all you are

says all you never said

in simple breaths

of gasping wounds

when lay you down to bed.

and little hand

now big in yours

holds tight

for fear of truth

as love is left

in deep regret

seen ever clear

in youth.

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