Wants
There's always something that we'll want.
Possibly something we've forgot.
Happiness dangling by a thread.
One thing in all called dread.
We deflat under the frightening words of no.
Huddle against ourselves burrowing beneath the snow.
Crying out in a shuddered heap.
All because of the thing we can't keep.
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