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Nov 2017
She’s too cold
She tries to keep cool
But it’s ice cold
She’s frozen stiff

No space to see
No space to think
No space to breathe
No space to scream

Any movement would disturb the snow
Making her situation even worse
She has become embodied with the mountain
A goddess who can only **** herself
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