when the ceiling parted
a chill passed over
as the snow began to fall inside
bodies huddled
bodies muddled
voices murmered
but never a tear in sight;
no tears found
amongst the silent commotion
but even silent tears should be recognized;
you said 'dont cry for me'
and so i simply
shuddered a chill
as my ceiling parted
and i watched the snow fall inside
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