January 23

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It’s not a decision to see
my breath turn to cloud.
It’s not my decision
to breathe,

although I know some, now,
who have made that call—

Coldest are the nights with stars,
halos round the moon, clinical
beauty, precise and piercing—

You say it’s a matter of choice.
I say, take whatever warmth
you can get, for as long
as you can get it–

always darkest before the dawn
hinges heavily on assumption

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6 Comments

  1. It’s not a decision to see
    my breath turn to cloud.
    It’s not my decision
    to breathe,
    *amazing lines*

    Like

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