PLEASE FORGIVE THE BAD GRAMMAR/SPELLING IM DRUNK.
Its snowing.
Its falls with a fury that matches my own.
Velocity and anger that never excedes that of nature.
In years and months, it has never been matched.
As I inhale, outside, I watch it fall in anger
I feel less alone
And more at home.
A comforting sight,
Something so usual and normal.
I may not...
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