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Oct 2017
I’ve pulled men away from religion
as they sunk their teeth into my soul
gave them hope with every photo
as I simultaneously cut tiny holes

They called me Snowflake
so pretty but so cold
or maybe they called me
Snowflake

Because of the way I melt
so quick on their tongues
as I melt down their throat
and fill their empty soul
Rachel
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Rachel
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