cold snaps
my iron will
into narrow shards of glass
beveled by the fierce wind
the souls seeks more depth
more warmth
to put itself
back together again
so it can, amen,
render its owner whole
at peace
more substance than less
but never more than the soul
next door
adt
short hills, nj
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