This weather makes me want
To smoke weed again
Cold, windless crisp air
Tastes different with every
Inhale, the world now
Colored, every page of
The book; trees that
Change but hold their leaves
Locals in winter coats
Low eyes or sunglasses
College kids fresh
From the downtown boutiques
Furry boots and insincerity
Artistic arrogance and
A friend who only listens.
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