The afternoon he told her it was over,
she wandered through a Christmas tree farm.
Smelling of the season, the cold gnawed at her
exposed nose, stabbed at the ends of her fingers.
She lost count of the rows and
ended up playing hide-and-seek:
he hid while she searched.
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this poem and the one below it are both absolutely incredible. honestly, you always hit home so much; these are powerful and amazing.
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