The window fogs from my breath
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My face pressed up close, up close against
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Catching the snowfall under a beam of streetlight
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And praying for accumulation all through the night
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These confrontations puncture the skin
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Reveal evidence that you are easily broken
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You're so easily broken
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Exposed and relentlessly bleeding from the cracks
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At that age when everything is seemingly life or death
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Please let the snow swallow the streets whole
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Keep the bus from coming
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Let us stay at home
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So we can avoid the daily drudgery
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The cruelty fueled from laughter that will echo in our sleep
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Seasons, weakening the hold
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The blades dulled from the front that hints the snow
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Warming engine slowly turns
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Stuttering awoken from the sounds of shovels scraping concrete
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At that age when everything is seemingly life or death
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Adrenaline fuels my
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Fist grinds my teeth through sleep
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Snow Day
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The Honorary Title |