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Mar 2013
I always liked
Walking in snow
while it snows very hard

The feeling of snow sleeping on my black messy hair
and my pants frozen and wet
of  all the snow reaching up to my knees

While everybody stays under blankets
warmed
and
relaxed
drinking coffee
staring at the falling snowflakes

i stand out
covered in snow
like i am waiting for some miracle

i guess am waiting for her
that girl to come up behind me
tapping my shoulder

gently turning my head
she'll be there
with her blue  crystal eyes
burning me

and we'll kiss
while
the
snow
bury's
us
under
REAL
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