Your step

Which frozen rose
do you suppose
will make it free
to the thaw?
The choice you chose
at curtain's close
was certainly
not based on the law
The long arm
The short words
The false alarm
Still frightens birds
Which color's best
upon my chest
to make me appear
more the man?
At your behest
I quit the rest
Not out of fear
But on plan
The strong scent
The dead nerves
The line is bent
To allow for curves

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