Midnight Conversations

westward will
the wind blow
travelling with my mind
daydreaming about
the days of snow
and the nights
we all go blind
when shivers
are memorized
and mimicked
and skins are
forbidden to be
forgotten outside
and fevers are
misunderstood warmth
and sleep is a slippery
slope
because dreams are
the best places to die
until
eastward will
the wind blow
forgetting memories

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