Plains of snow cover most of the horizon
It's been like this for months
It's not your usual snow
This one's thick
It stains, and can't be washed off
Maybe, the unwary cloud
Found it's way through the fumes
And when it was ready to fall
Wasn't ready to let go
And all the while, behind my smile
It shakes my teeth
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