the smell of sweaters
in wintertime,
an empty house at night,
and the way it's never dark
because of the light trapped by the snow,
the warm hum trapped by the snow
and muffled.
This makes me think of hell freezing over.

the shimmer of early morning chill,
the sharp blue need
that could never be taught

and then
let it all evaporate
stand still
and forget everything.

let it all go.

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