Credit: Winter Shadows by Dennis Poirier, CA http://bit.ly/YiEiCW
This fret of winter reveals us
in flakes, it lets our history drift away,
leaving us a skin short.
You were winter too once,
but more than a fret; you left me
revealed, without a history,
taking my secrets with you.
dry skin, fret, history, secrets, winter
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