he reminds me of peppermint sweets and excited kids
and cozy night with no light
but a single string of fairy lights
but also of dark nights and dead trees
and that coldness that leaves a chill to the bone
but he had fun in the morning
with the white blanket of snow
so I forget that long dark nights
and look forward to the mint smell and fairy lights every year
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Poetrya collection of heartbreak, childhood nostalgia, and the peaceful moments that come from simple things
