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biting into
a thick slice of crumbly
freshbaked apple pie
the sweet whipped cream caressing my lips
melting on my tongue
on a cold stormy night
when only the howling wind could be heard
i remember branches drumming
against the windows
raindrops falling all around
until they became one
cascading down from the heavens above
bursting into tears
sorrows that never drown
i remember sipping hot ginger tea
molding my soul
from the evergrowing shades of darkness
the penetrating icyness
the frostbitten lips
i remember collecting walnuts,
and hazelnuts so fresh and milky white at first bite
saving them all through the winter
while waiting for the sun to come out again
and warm me from within
melting frozen birds, hopes, dreams and toes.
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