Using Salt Would Have Been Easier on MeA Poem by SLOVA
imagine yourself standing in the first hour
that introduces the orchestration of winter like you usually do first the strings of snowfall then the percussion that accompanies your nights imagine your favorite statue downtown disguised in white DOXUS it says at the bottom or so you tell me because you can't see well and you never got close enough to check imagine that sort of exhaustion from uncertainty and weight for the endurance of the cold now imagine me melting at the end because you've made it to the spring be safe
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