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A city's morning rush and stumble
is made with soft snow.

Well Within My hood I sleepwalk,
Strongly feeling the distance to my bed. With

whoosh, the wind Brings to shock me,
whipping in a flash of frozen flower flakes. They

fall, warm wetly Against heavy lashes,
Those crystals clinging winter's casting me in drag.

I awaken to a world Whitener
and the lazy pleasures of melting.