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A winter's day

She used to hate it

the months that followed May

the dark skies

and frosted fingertips

scrambling for a tissue

to wipe a perpetually dripping nose

enduring train delays

and too much rain

wet socks from muddy puddles

and then she met you,

standing there like summer

radiating warmth

on a winter's day.

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