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February

This snow, this snow, this consumption.

It is a sinister tabula rasa, a second flood

More permanent.

 

So it follows that this is when I feel the safest;

Yes, I cannot leave my house, but

Neither can the unwelcome enter.

 

It has become easier to count the hours

Than the number of days, because those, my friend

Those are easily limitless.

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