If it happens to snow tonight,
just like the news man says
I can always hope it falls heavy and new.
Fall upon this dark heart
with its light dusting
falling from the heavens above.
Falling to make things new.
One can always hope when it melts,
when the temperature of my heart
heats it beyond its points of life
that the water it makes will melt
and fill in the crevices within.
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