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Nov 2018
Snowflakes                                
                                             daintily

                             floa t

     s    p    a    c        e       d         o     u   t

        in  the cold
                           bone - biting  air.
Little dots
            .       .       .       .       .       .
                        drifting     eerily
               to the steamy pavement.





Don't you wish you could melt?
I sure wish I would
Written by
Joy
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