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mystery in the mail
i am not the king of winter
but with a foot of snow
outside my door i know
inside the wintery white
of tenderness i am royalty
with you
and you are the snow angel with
a wing and a flirtatious hemline
winter white falls upon this metaphor
like white envelopes that appear
at your door through the
mystery of mail
it is now earth*girl
but it is also now
when you read this
like happy hour
it is always now
somewhere
and you are always
happy for me now
and the now when
you read this
