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Cold permeates and the year is ending. Time unfolds the outer petals of a rose. In the frigid beauty there is pain untouchable moments run through us as tiny particles reminding us of our smallness. M

this brief interlude pierced by realities ever crashing blow ballooned beyond your perception I become the ever present vision of myself standing before the strange altar beauties sleep whispers the w

The water laps at the shore I am lucky to have returned I once thought of my dying freedom in foresight I saw the tempest which would carry me I knew the time would be long before I would feel the win