soft as dust falling it breaks my heart
a whisper in song
only a word and it all goes black
just whisper the name and i go back
And i know without peeking there's snow on the mountain tips and the air 1000 feet above the sea smells like the back of a freezer. I walked one night in the so so cold the snow flakes intact one atop another edges frost fuzzy ice pictures on my jacket in the lamp light.
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