

Freezes and ThawsA steady hand against my back was something I felt like I had won, Sitting around a table worn smooth By restless adolescent hands (as we were, always)Freezes and Thaws
Warm to the touch, The fire that she painted was slightly pungent like cinnamon And made me slightly nauseous in the same way. A sprinkling like cinnamon by the sun Made a freckled face that pressed against my shoulder. We felt warm again; When just days before We were outside in halfway melted snow and short sleeves To immortalize ourselves; Picking apart a radio that was the color of a dusk sky.


MontrealKeep the trees dead Leaves to the ground your everyone's deathbead A land of the woundsMontreal
There's no colors Pictures are all the same Black and a sick white Like the dirty snow you eat
Draw a portrait of your heart The mount that makes you We're the blood pumped Right through your veins
Starting today ... I'm a stain of your cancer Starting today ... I'm not the only one
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