Winter is whispering to me like a buried lover...dig at mud until I reach rock bottom and suddenly smack onto veneered wood. A mirror with no reflection, frostbitten fingers and white cheeks.
He's close but further than my grasp, in spite of his body being under mine.
The dark and deadlier days lay just ahead, and they are welcome.
One day I will be the snow on your nose and not the ice in your heart.
All the atoms as one...unite. Untie.
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