the buzz of winter looms in circles.
trees quiver in madness as they shake clouds disgust down to the ground.
I'm paler than snow today...
whiter than shock, than the prick of cold.
I look at the snow and wonder why night avoids it....
avoids me...
my car...
quaking in the wind and the lightpoles like tall, tall straws in thick vanilla shakes.
they wobble like my cloaked thoughts.
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