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Dec 2014
They flicker, bright lights
Yellow, not gold
Bigger than mine, your hands
You're a monster
I am starting to shatter
My palms feel the snow

I open my eyes to snow
Burning lights
Everything.. Shatter
I'm made of gold
I live with a monster
We hold hands

Mine are smaller, frail hands
Laying in the snow
We turn into a monster
No more lights
No more gold
Now shatter

You shatter
They break, our hands
I paint you gold
Transforming the snow
Under the lights
I'm not a monster

And yet, I am a monster
I thrive on the shatter
Hide from lights
Scratch with fearsome hands
Pad through the snow
Turn things to gold

It consumes everything, gold
Greed is the true monster
There's no longer snow
It's melted, we shatter
The bones have broken in my hands
Turn off the lights

You're gold
I'm the monster
Let it snow
Anna Brown
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Anna Brown
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