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My Own Winter
Concern ebbs about the
 rivers and eddies of my body,
 cool and woven with
 sympathy of silk threads.
 A cold pang of sadness
 and pity
 drips around the icicles in my lungs
 and the silky threads wrap
 around my beating heart,
 forming a cocoon.
 of protection?
 of love?
 How is your body supposed to feel
 when one you love is far away and
 you are hugged by their shell?
 I feel cold, as my love flows unconditionally
 within me, the oceans in my belly.
 I wonder how long my own winter will last.

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