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Vancouver was never prepared for snow and I was never prepared for you. to be sure, I salted the roads fitted my thoughts with winter tires and memorized the emergency codes and sat myself by the fires but here I am, stranded in my head shivering from my imagination into which you tread god I need a vacation but if I see tropical waters in their perfect blue I’ll remember what we said as jade-tinged waves crested and seagulls flew and from paradise I’ll have fled back to traffic jams and black ice my face red from the cold (or is it something else? but I’d think twice about having that thought told).
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 7:22 PM UTC
Snow Day
Vancouver was never prepared for snow and I was never prepared for you. to be sure, I salted the roads fitted my thoughts with winter tires and memorized the emergency codes and sat myself by the fires but here I am, stranded in my head shivering from my imagination into which you tread god I need a vacation but if I see tropical waters in their perfect blue I’ll remember what we said as jade-tinged waves crested and seagulls flew and from paradise I’ll have fled back to traffic jams and black ice my face red from the cold (or is it something else? but I’d think twice about having that thought told).
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 7:22 PM UTC
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