Afternoon In The Snow
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Ice is floating pushed by wind/
In my eyes, on my eyelashes/
In my boots/
Deep and sandy drifted crests/
By the road where the it's dirty/
Following the muted tracks/
Just like dimples in the blue shadows/
Beating heart/
Fingers still warm/
Firm boot stamps/
And inside again.
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