ode_to_an_eye
raze and from it fell
a single tear
of snow-encircled blood —

an effigy
of who i'd be
if forged by furtive flood.

and no amount
of piecemeal peace
would staunch the steady flow.

to stem the tide
would just deny
the way these stories go. 		250818
what's it to you?
who go 		blather
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