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January 9, 2011
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We run though the frost
The sprinkles glancing off our smiles
Our laughs getting lost
My breath becomes visible in the iced air

We pause under a spruce
You brush the icing sugar of my eyelashes
My scarf falls loose
Blush brightens my cheeks

When the path diverges
Our fingers slide and unlock
Our differences converge
We are concluded

Like fresh cupcakes
We will never last
It’s the penalty the iced air takes
All we remember is the rush





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