Between Cold and Calm

Patience pays pence to pounding heartaches
Stifle collection, that's a tool for errant looks

Forlorn droops and leaves to go where it 
Imagines home would have gone

Conceptual transience is as slippery
As seasonally frozen eyes

Desperation loves Misery
In whose company, both hurry

Take their stares two at a time
To make it to the floor

Sit there
Hurt

You'll slowly rediscover
The verbs that help you breathe

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