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Nov 2018
It’s snowing outside.
We used to love the snow.
The flakes waltzing through the air
Gentle and graceful like ballerinas.
We wish our thoughts could be like that again.
Where it once fell slowly
It now blizzards.
We hate the snow.

...
but i still like the snow...

Yes but We don’t.

it’s so beautiful and pure

Everything it touches turns to rot and slush.
With every flake a memory we would sooner forget.

...
you’re looking at it wrong
with every flake a beautiful new beginning
look
look at how the snow dances
it dances as if it doesn’t care
how much time is left in the song
I like the snow

We see.

We like the snow.
the original uses italics and page formatting to differentiate between the voices. Although that is not an option here I hope the spaces I provided were enough to help distinguish which is speaking. A big part of poetry to me at least is the way it is formatted, and that seems to be lost on this site, not a problem for me, just an unfortunate truth.
Edit: with the help of a community member I was able to figure out how to italicize, thank you for this lesson and I look forward to learning more.
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