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Tomorrow's new dawn breaks the silver frost, but today's gray canvas makes me feel lost. It smells like falling stars every time she comes near; they crash in my eyes and burn up my tears. A colorless sky obscures the heart on my sleeve, entreating a reprieve, while watching her grieve. It's getting late and dark and cold and I want to explain, though, such a thing's a hollow, dire and worthless refrain.

This winter inside: deliverance denied where bloodless blossoms wilt and die.

Go: stop snowing on my head. Go: I don't want your rain on my back. Go: stop making me feel numb. Go: I need you to let me forgive me.

Through a blizzard of regrets I toss and turn and thrash. Flakes fall on my tongue and they taste just like ash. Each obsidian raindrop that collides with my skin is a souvenir of pain from the black rain of shame. Every burning bridge's warmth is cause to apologize, even though her trust is lying covered with flies. I am become my own indignant Montresor, brick by repentant brick, sealing off my hollow core.

This winter inside: her mercy purified where I keep me crucified.

Go: stop blowing in the windows. Go: I don't want your chill on me. Go: stop pounding me with rain. Go: I need you to let me forgive...

This endless season of guilt. This aimless shambling in a cage I built. I swore I'd make her fall in love with me again, but she always has loved me.

Go: stop bleeding me with frozen knives. Go: I don't need you cutting me. So go: stop shredding all my self-esteem. Go: I need you to let me forgive me.

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