Winter touch and a soft breeze,
Call my name with ease.
Our skin numb and we shiver,
Sighs of cold.
Our bodies are an Antarctic river.
We stay, we ponder, our breath reveals our soul and it drifts between the other.
You're my warm hearted lover,
Your sweet air in my lungs,
My lone fear, let it be over.
My mask it sheds and melts, and in the ice of dusk sweet burning I felt.
Trains fly by, I'm a stopped watch, engaged like a still of the sky.
Capture me, capture us, capture this, Our birth as a brand new us,
Let us lie on stone,
And we'll know it as home.
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