Well i drank again still
i guess it's a botomless cup
New Year's eve aside
my resolution's up still
spring is going to spring
though the blossoms will never smell
so sweetly as the memory of you
the gently melting snow still reminds me of the time
you dripped from my fingers and i shivered
naked in a salmon shaft of sunrise
that glinted off your guilty pupils
guilty of disinterest worry
and dissatisfaction
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