I plucked one of your roses
needle pricking my skin
crimson just as red as those petals
You told me
It’s not time yet
I wait for spring to come
almost as much as you crave winter
It’s in those moments
that your heart grows warmer
icicles latched to your skin
Covered me with beaded
drops of Neptune
You keep looking for her
how I’m looking for you
Éloa 
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