the missing.

how to tell you straight away: how rich you are, indeed. there is the sound of snow falling somewhere. in between the blur and the blue i see you holding steady. still bouncing, still barely there, still unaware- i will flex. the power lies in a will made right that will drown, in time. so windswept it sticks me to you.

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