boy with snow in his hair. And I wonder,
who put him there? But I watch flacks
descend, and ponder, the meaning of it
all, can I go on longer? The snow cascades,
and the snow falls, while I stumble, and
crash into walls. The Black of his hair,
and the Blue of his eyes, make me think, that
it's all just lies. Stripped back, while I'm
standing aside, he's still there, but my hands
are tied. The snow's melting, and the snow's
drifting, but this boy's endless, and he's inwardly
lifting. Snow always crunches, and snow is
soft. But it's only him, that keeps me
aloft. I want to shout, and I want to
whisper, but none of that, will make the snow
crisper. He's in my eyes, he's in my soul,
he's all that's left to make me whole.
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