= c l u t c h =

To the heart strings,
To the alveolus.

To the way of life,
To the broken friendships,
To the matter,

And to the mind.
To the shapes,

One thought,
Two moves,
One sound,
Three sights,

No way,
Fourth day,
Winter collides

In summer sun,
Autumn begun,
Spring forward,
Fall back,
Shapes open,
Around your beautiful face.

And I clutch all these things I lack.

The End

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