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i don't want the snowy

world to melt and turn

the color of dog poop



is this a day you can

read a poem



is this a day when

the image of me

pandering for your kiss

is like a 5-year-old's request

for balloons on the 100th day



or a brownish melt down



where the phone and

visitors take the place

of opening envelopes

filled with heat



i'm loving it

i'm digging it

i am the loveboy

between the cracks



i am soup created

with tenderness for you