Walking home it's dark
Drop the gate key in the snow
Cold, wet it becomes
Ice coating sidewalk
Deceptively clear and thin
Slip and scrape my palms
Walk to taco truck
Bad Mexican food for lunch
They don't pay taxes
Heater on all night
Wake up sweating but peaceful
Move sheets, feel safe, sleep
Sky growing lighter
The earth rounds its circled orb
Seasons never still
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