Bare those teeth as the cold gets in,
Howling and snapping,
With fears overlapping,
Like wrapping paper,
Lots of love.
Scarf to your throat as the snow sets in,
Stark white,
Clean and deadly,
You see the paw prints as you read the word 'delayed'.
In June we'll crave the steam-breath,
The numb hands and warm hearts.
For now we're toasting gladly,
Cause we're halfway from the dark.
It's not the time that's hanging now around your neck,
Or the temperature outside around the year that you should check.
As the padded steps rain in the dark
And the wolves are at your door,
You realise you simply should have told her you loved her more.
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