Past. 

It was butterflies mixed with blades 

Of the erratic shadows and shades. 

It was the past coming at me in another form,

Trying to drive out the cold and slow the storm. 

And the question haunts me – 

Is the warmth of your eyes enough 

To cut the ice? 

Is the love in your heart enough

To break the walls apart? 

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