We write poetry
sometimes.
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
ice
you're moving
fast
faster than me but
we can meet in the middle
i can rely on the fact that you will
stop to hold me
it is the coldest day of the year
and there is ice and pink skies
and the moon above us
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