lonely as

        the footsteps
        pressed on the snowfront field
        back and forth
        on a path found only underneath

        the naked shoulders
        of those tree branches
        shivering in the winter wind
        an autumns worth of tears
        leaves you bare

        as the moon
        light
        comes not from the dark sky
        but so many lightyears away
        from an untouchable other

        don't look
        or you'll go
        blind.            

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