i was on my own
bed made out of snow
a mansion by the water
dusty and empty inside
flakes fall right through the roof
music and books the only proof
that you were ever there
they come and they go and they come and they...
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lights from the towers reflect on the lake
builders gather stones for a bridge
hide in the snow til they are asleep
cross alone once my legs are awake
snow has arrived, and is on the way again.
miracle long weekend+snowstorms=shit getting done.
posts soon to come.
