The Double-Sided Coin of a Mild Winter

Every ending // is edged with ice
Sharp starts // spread like fissures
like lace // unraveling in the light

Not this not that // nearly just
crepe-paper crystals // children with blunt
scissors slicing // tearing through the season

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