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it never occurred to her
that it scares you too
you are no longer small enough
to fit the coffin she had built
she did not know how to love
something she could not control
you are both
the color blue
unfathomable and vast
she is
hypothermia,
frozen Atlantic
ocean death
you are warm and pure
as a southern sky
in spring time
untouched by
her biting chill
one day, i promise you
that you will look in the mirror
and see only yourself