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From Summerset by Bellwethr
As snow falls to cover my heavy heart,
I wave goodbye from the frosted window.
The floorboards creak as I drift across,
Down the lambent hall, toward my room.
Ice clings to my breath and envelopes me,
As I crawl into my warm, dark bed.
The wind blows the tree outside my window,
Gently etching the snow on the glass.
The branches' soft taps are musical,
And finally lull me to sleep.
I awaken to realize that house wasn't mine;
That bed wasn't mine.
There was no tree
There was no window.
I awaken to realize that I never got to say goodbye.
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