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this winter
can't be long enough
to match the chill inside
these eyes this self
that knows what cold
truly is
snow floats down
the sky is blank
not even white
just a pass of nothing
hanging over the
sum total of this
as degrees climb
and the sun peeks through
i know no matter what
it is winter indefinitely
where i've chosen
to be.