Fallen snow reminds me of your eyes

Icy, cold, unkind, but lovely

The dropping temperature like your embrace

A desperate search for escape

Your voice akin to howling winter winds

Inverting ears avoiding

Etched in my memory with ink dipped glass

Unrid of your wretched laugh

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