The soil
Is tarnished
With unrecognized hope
That has
faltered
I don’t think
I’m wrong
My breath
Comes out
In icy circles
The only thing
To be embarrassed about
Is not trying
For a
Pretty little while,
You kept my hand warm
Walking together
Down the unstable path
Of rose gold ignorance ~Sarah Mahina Calvello
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