I am October to the seasons
I wonder how bitter I can be
I hear the claw of bare branches
I see Ice float in the sea
I want to quiet warm hearts
I am making you dead like me
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I pretend to be nothing
I feel your spine with a shiver
I touch the root of vitality
I worry of her— the life giver
I cry snowflakes on saplings
I am a gun in control of its trigger
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I understand the night
I say threats to the sun
I dream of vanishing light
I try to coil god’s hand and make it go numb
I hope to steal you away and have you tied tight
I am forcing you to bleed with the sharp teeth of my bite