Sweeter Girl
Jon Davis
The thriving town is muffled by
Overflowing february snow
It's a cold night in your quiet room
But your hands feel warm despite the icy storm
You place your hands on the window pane
And melt the frosted glass to look across
The things you see are a blur to me
From where i sit the blizzard's blindingly thick
It couldn't've happened to a
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