if there was snow
there were snowballs
you hit me with one
started a battle
blew into a hundred thousand particles
each little packed explosion tasting
touched by love
chicago
winter when i remember
you
how deep
we fell
by instinct
irrepressibly
uncontrolled
elevated
irresistibly
bookstores and books
we bought dropping the change
into hands holding cups like a prayer
outside mcdonalds
soon there would be
nothing more
to live
for
#katyamills
remix'1996
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