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it was a snowy day white and so cold and crackled the one that drowns in the whitness floods in the cold the clock's fingers i'd brake with the longing the minutes i'd time it was a snowy cold white day and the air was bended, angled, collapsed i would stay at your window with the guys i would drink our heads out i would cry cry cry it was a snowy day.. and it was cuddling cold and white and snowy and i was waiting for you... strange has this letter become

sniezny to dzien byl bialy i trzeszczacy az chcialoby sie zanurzyc w bieli i schowac sie w chlodzie w mrozie zegarom polamac wskazowki i czas tesknota odmierzac to byl taki dzien. sniezny i bialy i bialoscia bielszy i powietrze w zalamaniu zawislo stalam pod twoim oknem i z chlopakami sie upic moznaby tez krzyczec mlaskac i plakac na psiakrew i psiamac tramwajami sie ganiac i za nosy sie lapac w bieli tonac i chlodzie i w mrozie snieznym..bo tak! sniezny to dzien byl i chlodny i bialy i mrozny tez... i tyle bym pisac mogla dziwny ten list do ciebie dzis jest..