There is a deep loneliness
In the desperate heat of summer
Not unlike the quiet loneliness
Buried under the winter's snow
An unavoidable terrible loneliness
That swoops in like a tiny bird
The only one left behind
Just as suddenly gone
I was standing in the garden
Being cooked I was laying
In the snow being stripped
My soul a river under ice
My body these brown leaves
It only takes a wing to rattle
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