And it snowed
quite hard that night and the town became engulfed.
The tombstones
seemed immortalized while the white snow, it still fell.
And Angels
crossed their tracks across the salted parking lots.
The left side
of everything was covered to the brim while the right was left untouched.
We wore
jackets that day and had scarves to hide our faces
And with eyes of white we
walked and walked until the flurries blurred us out.
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