A Crawl in WinterA Poem by Alfred Kukitztaken from loveA Crawl in Winter In the long crawl of winter I've seen your cold exhaled air carry my breathlessness, Carry it away To tombstone fine where I can play eternal as stone spells my name Withered from a cold heart that weathers herself fine in evening clothes my dead soul gone As she loves the self she barely knows. © 2015 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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