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 Romantic snow

Eyes wide open

Realitie’s slush

Keeping my pants up

 

 

Frozen Ice

Her favorite device

Look’s just like her eyes

The same one I saw a film of lies

 

Frozen rain

Weathers disparity

A green candle lights up my living room

A lavender candle sits by my record player waiting its turn

Not to light up the room

But to burn

To use its wax

To permeate its aroma

To taunt me...

...Until I go back to Whitley Heights