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Rimy
The white-blues and silvers
of wintry dreams swirled in the sky above.
The frigid air has a way of
keeping me in the moment.
Breaths rise in puffs,
arms hugs me tightly
and there is a dawdle to my movements;
making my atoms shiver;
letting it rob the last whispers
of heat from my very bones.
I feel it wash over my skin,
again and again,
only to be met by the
beat of my heart,
again and again
of wintry dreams swirled in the sky above.
The frigid air has a way of
keeping me in the moment.
Breaths rise in puffs,
arms hugs me tightly
and there is a dawdle to my movements;
making my atoms shiver;
letting it rob the last whispers
of heat from my very bones.
I feel it wash over my skin,
again and again,
only to be met by the
beat of my heart,
again and again
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