each flake
of snow
drifts slowly
from the opaque
sky. its strange
beauty
melts on
the tip
of your
warm tongue.
small
pleasures
of winter
are few and
far between.
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real
experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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