is a sheared cliff
quicksand and ice
littered with
broken heartbeats
so, so cold ...
It’s own bitter grief
all encompassing
tasting of
poisoned snowdrops
and
lead apples
tearing
‘part your stomach
Life
is one shot
by a simple arrow
but no matter
where you land
you’ll always
lose
something
~*~
~*~*~
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