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Warm fingertips
leave mist prints
on the frost dressed window.

Watching;
close enough to feel
the summer joy
but separated enough
for the cold to numb you.

Yet you're glued by every strand
seeing the wonder
and feeling it a bit for yourself
by default.

It's not quite the same.



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