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    on christmas eve i left

    winter for the warmth 

    and shelter of the 

    church. once i was

    inside they told me 

    i had to stop following

    her and the doors shut

    behind me.

    soon after, they fed 

    and clothed me - i 

    was grateful to have

    something on my back

    but i missed the 

    comforting chill of

    her lips contorting 

    around the entirety

    of my essessence.

    i sang their songs

    and i agreed to

    repent.

    early the next morning 

    i awoke, running from

    my room and out into 

    the morning chill, still 

    covered with a night 

    gown. i missed 

    confession and

    they never came

    looking for me.

    winter met me under

    the pines and we 

    loved like that until

    the sun broke 

    through the 

    trees.