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Winter haiku Volume I.
snowball fight
gloves surrendered
thanks dad
sighs of eucalyptus
exhaling between the flakes
chiming through my skin
cross light seems longer
pooling cold slush
Max sits nestled under her arm
snow never liked me
construction guys chased away
miss their good mornings
remnants of purity
pressed under boots
charcoal snow cones
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