millions of pieces of perfection
crunch under my boot.
straining the forced monotonous quiet.
a brief chirping erupts, but she remembers her place
and the muffled silence returns.
Perfect.
Stagnant.
Winter.
Little bits of Perfect
millions of pieces of perfection
crunch under my boot.
straining the forced monotonous quiet.
a brief chirping erupts, but she remembers her place
and the muffled silence returns.
Perfect.
Stagnant.
Winter.
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