.Snowflakes whip past my ears...singing songs with glass-pitched choruses (like singing saws, with cobra hips) rushing in with stinging kisses.
I see you through the igloo glass... your mittens on the bedside table. You lose your grip on locquats. They fall into the snow.
These little embers..
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