stay me no more; the flowers have ceased to blow, the frost begun:

Perhaps you were only ever just the shawl I wrapped around me a little tighter when the cold was coming, never realising it was full of holes. Or maybe you were just the breath I would exhale, then go to grasp because I didn't want to lose you, but it was just nothingness I would cling to.

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