'winter'
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Winter season is here
Winters are amazing and cold
My mother knits my sweaters
We put on heaters
Heater is burning hot
So we turn it off
When we feel cold again
I DONT TRUST THE SPRING
CANT DECIDE IF ITS HOT
OR ICE COLD
SUCH LIFE, SUCH FLOWERS.
RED EYES WIERD DREAMS
NEW BEGININGS
UNTOUCHED VALLEYS
OF DARKNESS
HOLDING ON TO THE DECAY
Dear Dad,
This is just to say
Last January, I was walking through sleet
Which seeped through the holes in my boots.
My feet had been numb for two miles.
Then, I thought about how much you loved me.
