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I hate New York winters
Holding on to cold flames
That lit them those
Winters of disappears without
Them I could be more alive
Wishing to make them easier
But waiting for them to end
Is like holding on
Flames light a candle in the darkness
Off unspoken words twisting
The mind with verbs darkness of enacted passion
Waiting for summer and acting on it
Those evaporated streets
That melt the rubber minds and feeds,
You gasp for air only breath
In the putrefied streets
Holding on to buckets of sweat
Where your knowledge seeps
Holding on to lost loves but
Loving the cold summer street,
ending bitter tastes of passion for winter