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I handed you the scissors And expected you to cut holes into my battered wings Instead you took the napkin from the table And carefully cut holes Unfolding slowly The snowflake that hid in the folds Snowflakes over tattered wings
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Jun 15, 2021
Jun 15, 2021 at 11:07 PM UTC
Snowflakes
I handed you the scissors And expected you to cut holes into my battered wings Instead you took the napkin from the table And carefully cut holes Unfolding slowly The snowflake that hid in the folds Snowflakes over tattered wings
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Jun 15, 2021
Jun 15, 2021 at 11:07 PM UTC
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