Some days it just piles up
Like icing sugar-coated sidewalks
Solid footsteps slipping on candied glass
Chewed up gum on the bottom of my soles
Nothing can grip the gravel
Misty mouthwash fog clouds the air
Covering up my glasses
Rolling around in bleached blankets
Stamp my body in the snow
Make me feel 2 foot four
Too short to reach the kitchen sink
Melting crystals on my tongue
And building snow statues
Until all the white turns to water
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