Walk with me

There's a million tiny, although beautiful, steps

Between "Hello and "I love you"

So beautiful in fact

You should never rush a single one

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January

Her voice cracks

Like a thousand ice tipped twigs

Laden words

Frosted with regret

And meaning

Too cold

To forget

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