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I remember last winter

risking things I can’t promise

promising things I can’t confide

but again

you have not promised

You have not

asked me to.

the dark and shivery parts of myself

hold you upright, hold you so high

I will send them out to sea

the deepest place of the earth/my body

I can afford to give away

oh lord I have tied the noose of you

but you are the prettiest rope

I can’t wait to get home and

hang on your line again