
all the lifts at sugarloaf on wind hold
gusts on the mountain swell with snow and toss glitter into the sunlight
the luster of crystals in my eyelashes, the taste of ice on my lips

all the lifts at sugarloaf on wind hold
gusts on the mountain swell with snow and toss glitter into the sunlight
the luster of crystals in my eyelashes, the taste of ice on my lips
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Aya Padron