Widowspeak
fir coat
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Firs that grow on their own
they could keep me alive
and when we were alone
it would still feel fine
we're sprawled on the ground
there's grass in my hair
there's no one around
just us and heavy air
firs that grow on their own
i made a coat for him
and when he was alone
it was part of his skin
but the cold set in
a bite worse than its bark
and now we're just
huddled in the dark
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