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The car pulled up as I handed a dollar out the window,

the wind took it into it's loose, blustery grip.

Running on the black pavement started a wave of snow,

it collected on the grass as you collected in my head.

The snowflakes flew through our fingers in such an odd

way and a milky electric moon catches eyes as it captures

crystals swirling by. Your mood would change if you

were all caught up in unconditional love.


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