snowflakes and mud

i could taste the heartache as it
bit at my face with snowflakes
raking and smudging their bodies
across my cheeks, becoming weak
at the touch of the warmth of my blood
they quickly become muddied, drowning
into the fabric of my collar and coat,
what they wrote was something that chilled
me to the bone, i shiver, the night grows colder
turning water into stone

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