i sing outside in snow up to my shins
as his footprints are made,
fade from my perspective and careful,
he is careful and because of this - so am i
i've written and learned my lines
for a stage i'm not too comfortable.
i sing words made up, a famous
familiar tune.
there's the magnolia tree, yes he
knows it is my favorite
and i know some little things too -
we hold hands after our nervous hearts
give in.
the snow the snow, aw winter.
i thought you were the cruelest season.
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