snow


you know
i would
stitch
your memory
into a
teddy-bear
for you
are my snow
my winter
and all the
kindling
we burnt
in those hills
could never
take the place
of your neck
your abs
you always invited
my head to rest on
my brace face
kissed your beautiful.

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