Oct 16
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The Worst Drive


Winter is my favorite.
It used to be.

My skin like fire to the melting white
My hair filled with pure ash
My face hot in the cool touch of the wind
My heart beating fast to the pitter of flakes hitting the ground
My car plowing through tall banks
My life filled with warm joy

Winter is my favorite.
It used to be.

Her skin lying in the depths of the snow
Her hair matted in the window cracks
Her face cannot be kissed by the pure white
Her heart stopped in the cold of the day
Her car will never see the snow paths again
Her life forever gone

Winter is my favorite.
It used to be.

 
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