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    Snow hardens, bones snap under our feet

    as we struggle through the white, packed streets it falls softly, but with a sort of insistence like a misplaced love, an overbearing figure blanketing the ground as if to say this is what is best trust me and the softness becomes hardness becomes difficulty as cars...
    LadyHeartnMind LadyHeartnMind
    31-35, F
    Feb 19, 2016
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