.Winter hands, cold clasps,
The memory filters into something lucid, a salty drop on my brow,
A once brilliant residue now over rich, segments collide,
Is this the place you hide when the warmth goes away?
I'm not thinking about tomorrow,
Cause there's a six letter word tat- insid.
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