Jan 25
the wind is whipping against frozen hands
snow drifts dance in snake-like bands
i reach into the cold to grip the flakes
that sift through my fingers and slip away
snow drifts dance in snake-like bands
i reach into the cold to grip the flakes
that sift through my fingers and slip away
.
(30/M/coming home.)
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