hesitation
the stutter
my eyelids flutter
fingertips shudder
You dropped your coat on the snow
and summer melted it below
buried beneath the grass and weeds
buried beneath the fallen trees
slips of paper
tucked in the lining
summer coat and winter secrets
being eaten by the dirt
that's where it all belongs
reincarnation
readaptation
move on and look straight
don't you can't turn around
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