Winters breath

A last of winters harsh breath
culls my legs and nose and the rest
to north and south
and to tear drops only said
I’m yours, allow me
to be you one, you said
Leave us to lust
as children new and old
am I to know
what little has come before
Am I only the one left alone
am I singular the one
called to home
Or am I rich
held within not Satan’s breath
but walking alone
along the river we all want to own
And am I the one
who speaks to all and none
am I the one
chosen to pick which sun
sets upon the ache of
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