everything must come to an end, as they say, but maybe this wasn't true for me.
winter dragged on and on.
it would give me false hopes, small bursts of torridity that ended in a snowstorm the following day.
at this point i had accepted it, maybe i really was destined to continuously protect myself from this frigid weather.
maybe i didn't deserve warmth.
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i met two seasons
Poetrysome seasons come and go, but others seem to stay forever ©️kairipopa poetry