The ticker
Tape rain
soaks slowly
Into my brain.
And the cold
Outlook on the
Path up ahead
Is filled with
Frozen drizzle.
And way beneath
My sheltering snow
Where my memories
Smolder slow
It's a haunting stroll
Especially if I don't know
Where to go.

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