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the sky presses down on me, cold yet comforting.
i don't mind it.
the green is kind of dull now;
winter wrapped up the brighter hues
to put under the tree.
snowflakes fall, but usually not till january.
still, when the wind wraps itself around me for warmth,
i let it, because i know
what it's like to be cold.
my mother tells me that wearing mittens
will keep my fingers from freezing,
but i tell her my fingers hate feeling trapped.
she understands.
at the end of the day, the sky blazes
as if this may be the last time it ever will.
some things were not made to be subtle.