Will melt you
If you allow it.
Winter was our refuge
From the lonely fist of man.
You,
Fence-bound and bleeding
I,
Unaware of you
Until too late.
Why did they take your voice?
Rip it
From behind your tongue
With their miles?
With their sunken brows.
And how?
You are famous.
And nobody
Is happy about that.
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