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the more slowly i walk, the less the cold affects me. seeped in through the holes in my shoes, wrapped around my legs and made me submit. the damp around my eyes has frozen, so that my vision crackles when i blink. i feel for the first time in a while that there is a bottom to me, that sometimes a person can just run out. as quickly as you can try to plug up the leaks, the devil will always be there to drill new holes.
it will be hard for me to forget how far into your eyes i could fall. i remember how you walked this ocean of ice for me, i remember the single pot and the single flower that i held for you. i would like to think that i'll remember that story until the day i die. my skin will be spotted and too loose, and maybe i'll still know you and maybe i won't, but i hope i remember exactly how you looked when you walked into my hallway, your hair and clothes still wet, your eyes ready to take on the world.