Winter - streets ethereal tenuous mud-luscious
sleepy faces softened hearts
Snow - sleeps dances WHO-OO-SH
sends hot shards down cold lungs
prickles virgin skin
Cold - numbing painful laborious
All this weather's gone to my head,
So please - just let me go to bed.
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