The snow melts,
Trickles onto the roads,
Freezes into ice,
Right at my shoes.
And the water rolling off the roofs,
Forms spiked icicles,
Falling from the ledges,
Stabs my arm.
Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 9:31 AM UTC
The snow melts,
Trickles onto the roads,
Freezes into ice,
Right at my shoes.
And the water rolling off the roofs,
Forms spiked icicles,
Falling from the ledges,
Stabs my arm.
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