Though in all honesty three is enough. Blushing susie shows it to us, tripled along the spine where ridges accrue snow's flaccid erasure. She just lifts up her shirt. Four, of course, would be too kind. You're too kind. You watch the snow bouncing along the yellow halo of the streetlight; they're all yellow and blue, to soothe and prick, the silence of the road having some time before caused us to pull over and sleep. With her chin in her hand, as if she's thinking. Everything is beautiful in winter if you're low enough on the food chain to have to look up. The sky fractured porcelain fissured by bare famished trees. Footprints wrinkle the snow along Florida ave, making commerce possible by clearing a snug path for us young, us languishing into ages here. The sun even at this angle flirts with us.
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