What I need:
Heart bound. Chest to chest;
Flesh upon my skin.
Sinking into the Solace.
A love strong enough
To tend to a dying bird.
My soul, edged on the walk with death.
A freezing Hell.
No chance after all,
All of Winter's blizzard
And a motherless Hen.
Life chose this death.
Warmth erased from a heart,
Before it could ever greet
The Spring.
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