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Turn the snowing into poems
and color up a storm...
daunting as it comes to you
and placid when it's gone

Wrap the edges of your thought
encapsulate the cold
Spin magic snowflake carpets
with epics never told

A road runs somewhere through this
though eyes defy my sight
I know, I know you have to go
For now, just hold me tight...

❤️
A
14.3.17

#itgoeson

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