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october 23rd, 3:17am "snow"

the freedom of my laziness
look out my window
see
snowy shards falling
to sweet earth
a chill rememberance
the wind takes memory and shape
and fills some empty void
odd
isn't it?
that the cold
the snow and the beautiful encroaching
ice could be something
so loved and appreciated
wonderful in its ability
abilities
to mask and blind and take away
and remind
and stir the memory
makes me
complete, fulfilled.
Content.
somehow.