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Mar 2014
I never liked winter
I loved to watch snow settle on the ground
In unfair uneven proportions
Decorating the space outside my window
But then it becomes gray
Painted in a heavy shaking hand on the trees and in the gutters
Like cigarette ash or crushed Xanax
This is unfinished but I couldn't finish it right now
Keith Johnsen
Written by
Keith Johnsen  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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   Delaney Miller
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