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water with an identity crisis
not sure if it's rain or snow
staggering and stumbling
sideways coating everything
a sound like glass falling
from the sky and bouncing
collecting on top of my hood
rhythm making me sleepy
icicles like grass growing down
from power lines and fences
every straight-ish line developing
sudden upper teeth the wind gnashes
gleaming trees promise
even if tonight is miserable
and unbearable tomorrow
will be brilliant
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