I did turn plaid. I turned sunshine,
wallowed in beauty,
spurned love till my wings went black,
dry, dusty, and unused.
Wouldn't use them if I were you.
Fly away from life? What then?
Death, unlife, just sun?
Wings will burn in any weather.
Preen them and let it be.
Fall to ash in the windowsill.

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what could be a more beautiful goodbye
than tears and snow
clutched in palms dry of any lingering feeling.

Heat and frost
tears and snow
who doesn't love the taste of both?

you and I are much the same
perfection and complete dischord
back to back with no between.
craving and repulsion wrapped together.

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