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You may call me a Snowflake,         But I will not melt. You may call me a Snowflake,         But we will blanket the ground You may call me a Snowflake         But my fist will remain         In the air, emboldened         And Inflamed You may call me a Snowflake, But my chapped lips will Breathe Warm Winter air You may call me a Snowflake,      But remember              you are nothing but an old tin can      Rusting away in the cold of              Our Snowflake sand              for we are everywhere you will stand You may call me a Snowflake, Cause I will be back again         And again and again         Waiting here on the ground         For you to come join me         under this blanket And be a friend.
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Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 2:46 AM UTC
Call Me Snowflake
You may call me a Snowflake,         But I will not melt. You may call me a Snowflake,         But we will blanket the ground You may call me a Snowflake         But my fist will remain         In the air, emboldened         And Inflamed You may call me a Snowflake, But my chapped lips will Breathe Warm Winter air You may call me a Snowflake,      But remember              you are nothing but an old tin can      Rusting away in the cold of              Our Snowflake sand              for we are everywhere you will stand You may call me a Snowflake, Cause I will be back again         And again and again         Waiting here on the ground         For you to come join me         under this blanket And be a friend.
#snowflake#millennial#revolutionary#love
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Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 2:46 AM UTC
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