purple toes
coming out of the ice.
peasants walking by
asking for a chance.
fire escapes
my torn lungs
and owls cry
in the trees.
running on empty with
fake words i don't understand.
silence is the only way
to truly make some noise.
a chance for love
and a good meal.
it's all i ever want
in this life, today.
good love comes
and feels like a dream,
but when it leaves
that's when life begins
to be so real. you are
the soul that feeds
my heart. and you'll never
know how alike we are.
purple toes fall off
my feet and ice becomes my blood.
chances come and then they go
and i never know what's right.
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