A poem.
swirling, dancing, catching falling snowflakes.
laughing and smiling, holding your hair and cascading down slopes,
slopes of ice that turned to slopes of hatred that turned, once again to slopes of love.
and now they’re just laying there, these slopes.
they have become slopes of apathy.
slopes of nothing.
slopes of memory.
slopes I’d rather forget.
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