watching my future melt (again)
this time a whisper, a breeze
on days like this i could kiss the cold
let it freeze me in place
a statuette, dreaming of lost love
miracle passions
warmer days and green forests;
but i am an ocean creature
and snow melts where i walk
my footsteps slushing through
the street like little tides
home and back again, day in
and out. i am used to the melting
and after all, water never really goes
away
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