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Leave me in the winter, where the
sunrises silenced by solitude; safety
lost within depth
of cold.
Leave me to lay amongst the earth,
alongside all that hurt, alongside
the dying flowers and dust to coat in
snow and ice
and melancholia.
Leave me to slowly decompose
into the dirt where nothing
hurt, where my poetry and
passion and petty pain
can soak through to the
earth and
mean something,
however
small that something
may be.
- Charlotte Griffiths
Published by Charlotte E.E. Griffiths
Written by Charlotte E.E. Griffiths
6 years ago 
