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Frostbite and other unlearned lessons

you are cold and hard and
I know what that means:

many winters of
children and fenceposts and
frostbitten tongues
have taught me lessons
about the flavours of
frost designs and regret

but still I know
I do not learn and
I will kiss you and taste you and
find myself
until the spring thaw when you
melt away from me
into the earth and sky
leaving me
to regrow myself from the mud
amid the swollen red

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