Poetry On Drugs

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First Snow

Back when we were in love,
You would always say,
How much you want to cuddle,
By the fire on a snow day.

I'd always laugh,
Over how simple life could be,
Back when the weather was warm,
And we acted like we had every key.

But the cold froze us,
And decided to kill,
It made our flame freeze,
And we couldn't get over another hill.