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.
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.
slow
.
upon
.
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snow,
–
–
upon
.
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.
cold . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
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n
d
–
–
–
I
know
.
w
h
a
t
.
it’s
like
.
t
o
.
be
alone . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ yes,
I
.
know
.
w
h
a
t
.
it’s
like
.
t
o
.
be
alone,
.
.
o
n
.
.
the
road
.
t
o
.
all
.
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f
.
those
places
.
w
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.
used
.
t
o
.
go . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
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.
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f
.
those
places
.
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.
used
.
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o
.
go . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
wrapped
.
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n
.
warm
.
a
n
d
.
welcome
homes . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ wrapped
.
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n
.
warm
.
a
n
d
.
welcome
homes . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
which
glimmered
.
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n
d
.
glowed . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
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glimmered
.
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n
d
.
glowed . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
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glimmered
.
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n
d
.
glowed . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
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glimmered
.
a
n
d
.
glowed . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
b
u
t
–
–
–
now
only
.
h
o
s
t
.
haunting
echoes
.
a
n
d
.
vacant
souls . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ they
.
n
o
w
.
only
.
h
o
s
t
.
haunting
echoes
.
a
n
d
.
vacant
souls . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
i
n
–
–
–
all
.
o
f
.
those
places
.
w
e
.
used
.
t
o
.
go . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Snow
.
f
a
l
l
s
.
slow
.
upon
.
t
h
e
.
snow,
–
–
upon
.
t
h
e
.
cold . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
I
know
.
w
h
a
t
.
it’s
like
.
t
o
.
be
alone . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ yes,
I
.
know
.
w
h
a
t
.
it’s
like
.
t
o
.
be
alone,
.
.
o
n
.
.
the
road
.
t
o
.
all
.
o
f
.
those
places
.
w
e
.
use
.
t
o
.
go.
Reflection: This was a melancholy-themed poem that I wrote back in February of 2021 where the contemplator looks back on certain special people he or she shared warmly, wonderful moments with but is no longer in his/her life for whatever reason – leaving behind a deep, somber void which nobody else can fill. I used the haunting song “Good Love” by Zola Blood playing in the background at low volume to create the “moodset” for this poem. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.