Wednesday, January 07, 2004

defrost

a sigh crystallizes
on pale lips;
nothing is moving;
the world is still
like a limb that is numb

Everything is cold.
Everything is heavy.

a sigh precipates
in the air;
too much for the atmosphere
it collapses to the ground
like a body;
lying there,
you can hear it whisper...

Lie to me.
Cause this time
I'll believe you.


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