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My footsteps crunched quietly. Flakes floated silently. Later I was gazing out the window
quixoticjade
Feb 17, 2016 23:38
Like the snow envelops
the city's echoes,
you muffled me
so gently.
I let my spirit be buried;
I thought it was love.
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