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And like the snow that fell I was
soft, and melted swiftly.

And like the asphalt I was black and hard.
Like the rain, I lashed and lacerated.

And unlike common sense taught me I forgot
how hard becomes easy.

And felt
I did terribly anyway.

I don't know yet how I am towards you.
You soothing. You comforting. You wonderful.

And maybe you don't know how to be towards the
prattling, sparkling
that is me.

Have patience.