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The leaves crunch beneath her,
hands cold and face colder.
Her soul feels pain,
and her breath fogs the glass.

She can no longer see her reflection,
face filled with fear and hatred.
Her movements are weary,
she's almost too scared to move.

Her heart feels broken,
her lover hasn't moved.
She wonders if the light,
will shine bright enough,
to reflect off the snow,
and blind her,
so she no longer feels cold.
I wish I can break
my leg when they
walk on a rough
roads today and
tomorrow
I wish
Roses,
Highlight my bruises.
Sunflowers,
Illuminate Hidden confessions;

Softly,
Like petals;
I roam from wonder to another
Yet Swiftly
I vanish.
The beauty of the barrens
the sky a blanket of grief
and no man knows the end of it

until the end.
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