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the wind has teeth today & don’t worry

I am not saying anything original

ice or glass on the sidewalk

what else would i mean?

I’m out of metaphors

what if we barter gods

what if I pull the world from your feet

excited what has never seen winter’s static before

a reminder that my hands can do more than work

when they come in frozen solid to tear the edges off your sanity

so next time I want to seize a moment

take it away from all its family

I remember, I decide to be charmed by you

the quaintness of a fake fire to thaw me

spend my evenings unsalting the mess of my brain

unscathing these strange metaphors

rewire, no, controlled implode the paths

tell me face worth more than fusion

hold my hands let’s play a melody

there is a reason every time I open my head to music

it is to a folder called History

cover your ears

lean in

make me a quiet hypothetical