At Least

Everything is cold

Everything except my thumb and index finger

Which are red hot

The snow is cold

The air is cold

My heart is…

My heart is beautiful

Spending time with you makes it

At least feels it

Down the alley and through the mountains

I dream, eat and breathe you

Like I you me

So to speak

Even though there’s nothing really to say at all

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