old poem: winter song

your song

of winter

is cold

and hard

to swallow

it covers

everything

in heavy layers

of nostalgia

and melancholy

such that

i cannot sing it

lay it down

and i will

make one

of my own

a brief refrain

an epitaph

for my footprints

swallowed whole

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