3-Word Prompt: Snow, Quaaludes, Soup

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We’re cozied up inside,

Stoking a fire

And slurping hot soup and hot chocolate

To counteract the frozen water

That is falling from the sky outside.

But the quaaludes make

The precipitation more sensual.

We decide to sway outside

In our own personal snow globe,

Our hands and tongues reaching out

To taste the white powder

As it falls from the sky.

The cold flurry of flakes evolves

Into a warm bubble bath,

The iridescent orbs bursting on our skin.

If only we could stay in this version

Of Narnia forever.

But what goes up

Must come down.

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