It was cold then.
We return. To the moment in a neural pathway.
One of a kind.
Big fur over shuddering bodies and tailored gloves,
Pulled up,
Concealed,
I stole glances.
You stopped in time.
Looking at me through
Binocular.
Rare. Special. Or at least that's what you were to me.
And what a heart says is not always
Spoke and what you feel
My thoughts are never broke.
Inside your smile lives on in stranger's gaze
A life fixated on a splattered puzzle maze.
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