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Rated: E · Poetry · Young Adult · #1189071

The title is German. It translates as "I wait only for you".

December stabs
my lungs
Sternum aching I
lean against a
brittle wall in
hopes that
you can breathe
warmth back into
the world.

I want to make you sing.

I want you to be beautiful.

All these panels are cicada shells.
My heart is more inelastic still.
I lose my way in wind-swept snow.
A Colorless soul.

What could I have offered?
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