untitledHe chose to sit outside,Cuban in one hand, mojito in the other.His eyes scanned the treeline,Giant black marbles for eyes.A songbird darted past his field of vision.He scanned the Havana treeline.A quick drag on the cigar,And the loveliest puff,Puff of smoke.Mojito in the other hand,He ran a finger down her sides,Human curves of ivory and honey,One lone digit of lead and dust.He traced a finger down her side.He chose to sit outside,Cuban in one hand, mojito in the other.Birds sang.He closed his eyes as he drank.Birds sang.
Millions of tiny snowflakesI stand outside todaySurrounded byMillions of tinySnowflakes who nowSurround me now in thisHoly winterFrozen beautiful andWhite and holy.I fall down to my kneesSurrounded byMillions of tinySnowflakes who nowSurround me now in thisHoly momentfrozen beautiful andWhite and holy.I let a sigh escapeSurrounded byMillions of tinySnowflakes who nowSurround me now in thisEcstasy whichFrozen beautiful andWhite and holy.I let a tear escapeSurrounded byMillions of tinySnowflakes who nowSurround me now in thisHoly winterFrozen beautiful andWhite and holy.
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