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i love the stillness that a good snow storm can bring to a city
took a long good walk tonight
i walked around until it felt like i was inhaling broken glass
a ritual remembered as
romance against the pure white inevitable
like when breath mingles with breath in the surrounding air
the poetry is in the silence
a good still night can make two souls feel as if they are the only things alive
and the one is the only way for the other to sustain warmth
there have only been a handful of times in my life where i've felt so complete
longing freezes at the ends of tears, to break under the weight of heavy hearted branches
arms raised to embrace
lips to draw a poem’s conclusion onto tongues
private and passed to no other
a moment within a vaccum
honest and perfect