How could (shared) - be given, unless one broke down?
How could (familiar) faces, discreate, (intimate), images be shared- if one had not fourth come?
(Believing) is a yearning that I have.
My jaw (clenches)- holding back the screams.
My mind races to find possibilities, reasons and (excuses)
How is this all possible?
So I lay here- in the snow (ridden) city,
where street lights and headlights are a (blur).
And their (reflection) upon the lake seems more (real) to me than they are.
The lake is (frozen)- as my breath could be if I jump in.
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