a winter's tale

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i walk the streets
retracing
the paths we took
and i am reminded
of the good times
we had in summer
everything's icy now
its snowing you know?
it showers onto me
but not in the same way
as you showered me with love
i am rushing to go home
wouldn't want to catch a cold.

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