when it snows i don't think of anyone
i don't miss someone
i watch the snow fall and the wind blow
free of everything
so content it takes an effort to believe
i'm here in this body
if i do remember you i'm instantly glad
and i don't miss you
you're here for a little bit and then gone
i don't hold onto anything
as long as it is snowing
i am free of my own mind
am and see
no difference
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