the wind shreds shards today      so snow slow

a seeping ice near-mooned      now pale and

shroomed      glassy dark outside on stair     cold

steals into doors      unlocked and dryly open

peals of light in pools of bright      crystal shine

in the eight a.m. wine      do i like that it is mine?

pour a shot into the java      i pray      turn my

red blood to lava all the way      i wish upon

a giant water drop to drown me in this dry

dock      this very waterless place right now

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