Never growing and dies, so walk away from her!
wolves kill us dancing
in rain.
in all kissed [solitude breeze-like mist] an an-
gel nightly possessive combs our
light-pricked hairs passively degrade y(our) self
to ext
end the xoxo
xmas season
(love in season? no)
to climb drizzled:anamorous to
a(n hallowed park over
one woodknocked bridge/ to bleed the roses
and cast oneself over destined edge)
but still she is needed!
so grasping out, your
mind's I(eye) slumber
eternal now! --forsake her.
she in want frequently cold claws to carve
and does us wrong.
-->she in winter will conspire
with her likeness, the wolves in night
who shall feast
on what is left
of us all (which because of her soul,
isn't much at
all)
when under moon what can be forgiven?
(it ends here.)
