Take in the brisk frigid air as clouds dance in
The broken bottles of glass line streets
Liveliness lining the sidewalk
Loudly shouting down for you
Bittersweet coldness
Frosting the skin
Lining the sheets
To only hold you for what you were made for in pure delight
While you writhe in the snow
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