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April Winter Snows I hate... I hate liking her but I love liking her. She's. She's like that first piece of candy. Or after you went without for a while. It's so intoxicating. It's makes the crown of your head stand tall and the soles feel solid. It's deeper than the soil underneath, than the hot rock below, than hell. Laughing. You see her right behind God. This ain't love. It's the halo on the heads of angels. It's the cloud that feed the earth. It's her smile. Bright happy strokes on a page. Perfectly meeting. The hair on her head draws the curves of her body. Moving me. Backwards away from love, but I'm not looking there. I see her ahead. Beckoning to me to follow. Do I stay? No.

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