Ice cascades
Down the mountain
Like long cold fingers
Holding her close
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Hello, old pen...
Been a while since I've smelled that fragrance on paper
What do you call that scent anyways?
'That depends' said, Pen
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Hello, poets! I'm back with a 2.0)
A Winter's Drive
Ice cascades
Down the mountain
Like long cold fingers
Holding her close
Until Spring releases its grip
Once again