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I put on my overcoat and walking into winter my teeth chattering rhythms. And they were grouped in twos and threes, like a morse code message from me to me And cars on slippery slopes were stuck, people pushing through their mittens as I was beginning to feel it soaking through my shoes, getting colder with every step I took to your apartment, dear. I was a Kaleidoscope: The snow on the lenses distorting the image of what was only one of you and I didn't know which one to address as all your lips moved.