Winter Mourning.
Sometimes snowflakes feel like
a hundred
thousand
regrets
cold, quick
shocks
intake of
breath
a hundred
thousand
other paths
that echo
in their
passing
leaving you soaked
in memory
tears
and sweat
Sometimes snowflakes feel like
a hundred
thousand
regrets
cold, quick
shocks
intake of
breath
a hundred
thousand
other paths
that echo
in their
passing
leaving you soaked
in memory
tears
and sweat
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Nice. 🙂 Ha! I didn’t even notice–she has a mullet too. The apple didn’t fall far…you know the rest. She is good for a laugh though. She’s funny without trying to be, which is the best way. To be funny, that is.
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