right at the edge
where and when
rain turns to snow a land
not waiting
not lying but
echoing with whispered
lightning and
wisping away with wind
your words
soak through my wool
coat and
cling to my skin like
crystals and oh the
weight of your words and oh the
weight of your silences

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