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Everything is harsh in this city

Of all chill, blue 

As if a series of photographs 

Were being taken 

With each look 

That we try to tend

On each other.  

You'll see me and think
to yourself
I'm purring 

I should keep this going 

My eyes are holding yours 

Recording nothing but 

Though the well in my chest is full

With the weight years brought before
And now my brother is not well 

This will not last 

So I am to continue 

With my winter of plans.

My eyes for you held different views
Beyond the need for ease
And had already sunk down
To the uncurious
But peculiar state of
Cohesion.  How I was so very ready
For you to arrive.