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Previous years pomegranate offerings found here.

Frozen Seeds
I was lost to grief
last year
or the year before
now it blurs together.
A whitescape of nothing covered by snow.

I haven't peeled a
myself for sometime now
It's a chore rather than a
Like so many things
it's not something I can find the time for.

When did I lose myself?
Where did I go?
Dragged down to the underworld
makes no sense
rather she went willingly.
I am left here, alone in the cold.
My fingers too stiff
to wipe the garnet tears from my frozen face.

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