snowed in:
only you hear this
dog whistle
only you see this
remnants
of torn
paper
i promised not to speak of
our last night
about the moon
or electrical wires
fire works
or snow
fall
let's share
this
burden of
lies
snowfall
the moon
electric wires
fireworks
my ghost
lay
silent in
this
burden
of truth
you fit me
like an
old winter
coat
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