one corner at a time, tear me.
each tear falling as snowflakes,
trickling through the wind
away.
the words which once lay
gracefully across their home
smudge. the story becomes
unsure, doubting what was,
what is.
an embrace, warm
to stop the winter storm.
held, given a home.
sharing what's left,
hidden words, letters
a foreign language.
not antique, broken.
discarded, torn.
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