Secrets tumble from our lips
and lie bleeding in the snow
like crimson birds, their wings
stretched out in mute agony,
as our eyesight fails and the
shadows whisper betrayal to
the last of the light disappearing
over the horizon, leaving us with
only each other, our mysteries
disgorged, our blindness permanent.

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