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"Out Of Season"
Posted by
Stone

Stained yellow fingers
wipe my breath from the frozen glass
and through the condensate
left behind
the world looks twisted
and Im not sure
but I think I see the sun

I wipe again
enough away this time to see
but it's not the sun
it's a beautiful flower
out of season
pushed up through the snow
and she looks so cold
as cold as me

But my heart is warm
thats good enough

she is all I need.



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