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Snow 
falls 
again. 

It feels the same. 
A seasonal cycle, I guess.  
A natural phenomenon. 
Grey trees. The green leaves left.
A white blanket stretching out for miles, 
and people 
buried beneath warm faux fur 
passed down from someone, 
somewhere since 1999. 

Snow 
falls 
again. 

This time, uncontrollable. 
This time, you’re here.  
Warm breaths, 
our bodies knitted together
away from the frenzied flurry. 
Two cups filling the air. 
Sweet like you. 
The fire burns. 
Your voice rings like soothing bells.
My heart is red.  

I’m 
falling 
again. 

It feels the same. 
A seasonal cycle, I guess. 
A natural phenomenon. 
It never ends. 
It doesn’t have to.