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mahayana it's -3 with a wind chill of -15
and yet there is still more snow to move

there's nothing like the rhythmic clickity clack
click clack
clickity clack
click clack
shovels make as they glide across
remnants of ice and fallen moisture
click clack
clickity clack
click clack
im lulled into thoughts
as body continues its motion
lost in meditation of you
a mantra in the background loops
movement is restricted
on remote edges of lashes
while tears mingle with snow
petrified they have become
forming into little snow globes of
click clack
clickity clack
click clack

it's -3 with a wind chill of -15
and now there is no more snow to move
the process of defrosting has begun
and im all alone now with thawing thoughts of you
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