I am winter's winter.
You are spring's spring.
I am with those that wither.
You are with those that sing.
I am the starving paper.
You are that drop of ink.
I am the clown of never.
You are the moon I drink.
I am in my heartstorm severed.
You are the butterfly's wings.
I am in the claws of rapture.
You are its poisonous sting.
I am an arrow of rancor.
You are
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