crunchy, vividly white
flakes of snow gliding down
numb and cold from
the ocean breeze
fresh flakes falling every second
creating new piles of hills
scattered across town
creaky old houses fill the spaces between
the new
rustling old grass swooshing
to the beat of the wind
cold but warm
hair flowing
knees knocking
and the ice flows
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thats alright i joke its good.keep it up. oh ya doing this just to bother you hahaha.
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