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Walking with you
The icy wind blows across
the blush of rosy cheeks,
stinging over watery eyes,
giving our mouths a purple tint.
Snow flurries nip at ears
and tease about our tongues,
drawing out a thick, white breath.
So, we pretend to smoke.
But wide grins give away our game
with hearts purging laughter,
We look long at each other,
eyes glinting sincerely happy sighs.
City sidewalks stretching out
before concrete winterlands,
and you and me walking,
holding and swinging our hands.
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