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  1. Snow


Snow drifts upon your ashes,
Snow piles upon your feet.
I pile my clothes upon me and
Wait for spring.

You run 'round my house
In the pretty white of winter time.
You lose your clothes.
Every day we just get older still.

I said my prayers
A good long while ago.
He never saw you in your corset.
Unholy are the finer things.