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Dec 2019
If these cold, cold, bitterly cold snowflakes
turned into kisses,
a constant blizzard would take over you.
If the winter were love,
we'd embrace it like none other.

If snowflakes were kisses,
I would mold one giant snowball
and throw it right into your face
to knock you down
so we could make snow angels
because we're in Heaven.
Olivia A Keaton
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Olivia A Keaton  16/F/West Virginia
(16/F/West Virginia)   
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