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Nov 2015
She leaves a cold scar where she treads
icicles hang from her teeth fall shattered
deep into the flesh of the valley sheltering
trying to find a reason to keep on living
while the remnants of her passing settle
the whoosh of her wind a dark spell of winter.
Written by
nivek
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