I miss your touch,
I can barely walk.

But I take steps out my door
Despite these shaking knees
To find your smile.

The snow it suffocates the ground
But I have saved
A flower to place in your porcelain hands.

For now I must go
Though one day I will grow
And pull down the stars
And lay them to sleep in your spine.

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