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Snow Flake
You come and you go
astressed with the trade winds
Tiny ghost dancer
flows to my head
clear and timed
tastes of sparkling ciders melt in my eye
attempting to leave no trace
I hold the proof of our a-cult
reforming love
vitalizing movements seize life
breath exits as I consumed you
as glass inherits my soul
timed and clear
breakable in an extraterrestrial se...
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