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“Lake effect snow.” That is what you told me when you walked into the blizzard, a blizzard not made of fat snowflakes, but hard ice pellets and howling wind.
Your eyes are no longer on me. Your words do not reach my ears. Our skin has no chance at accidental contact for all the distance in the storm between us.
In that moment I froze over and forgot our tune. But with fondness I still think of you often.
You can’t touch it, but in the deepest reaches this thing I hold never seems to harden.
» Posted By The deer, The antelope On 03.14.2019 @ 9:32 pm