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Snowfall


Weeks have gone since the break.

Weak enough, I feel it was fake.

Still I wonder if I'm dreaming

Steel myself from your eyes gleaming.

 

You said it was nothing.

I knew there was something.

Though we were close, we were always too far.

Trying to help you, I lost it all.

You, in the back of his car.

Me. Watching the Snow fall.

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