winter gets c(old)

It’s a carnival crush. From arcades to archaic

From boquets to berated. Here, have my cardigan, love.

Carving initials into the bark, nick the surface

Spell-bound by hand-strokes your wrist made with the cursive

First-time impressionist. To see your signature engraved

Tattooing mended wounds to suggest I was okay

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