s s snow
shoveled
difts high as my head
my head
l l lost
an avelanche.
of c c conversation
and I drowned
until,
a shower
of frozen innocence on my face
let the cold numb the wounded heart
my fake smile thaws
the words flow again
for a m m moment
a small peace
a quiet moment
before you start to speak again
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