and as we passed
the crying field
we soaked it in
we laughed loudly
us with our
clean wrists
and bleached memories
scum winter
and when we looked
down from towers
holding water
making love
we gnashed our teeth
and smiled pretty
we were free
scum winter
and now we die
our foreheads blank
of telltale lines
we never deigned
to visit hell
we held our breath
we died in winter
scum winter
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