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The First Snow

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by _punk_dreamer_

by _punk_dreamer_

It was always you and I having snowball fights,

You and I building snowmen and forts,

We would get drunk on hot chocolate and love,

And enjoy a nice fire holding hands,

But today it snowed for the first time since our end,

I had hot chocolate in your favorite mug,

I had no logs to burn,

I wore your old snowflake sweater that you left,

winter is now a season of loneliness,

I'm alone with no hand to hold,

Because it's just me and the snow.