Is pushing his sleeves up
Starting to sweat as he chips away at the iceblock preparing our snow
I can feel it as I wake up in the morning
The shadows are heavier
It is harder to peel myself from the sheets
Or beg energy to carry me into the day
Everything in winter makes me cry
As if a net of gray has been cast over everything
Summer, sleep well
Spring, come soon
Mouth agape. you've done it again. am I annoying yet.
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