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Mar 2020
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Snow fell slowly,
It was ***** grey, like the sky,
Bitter cold where it met my tears,
Biting at my cheeks.

To me, with my heart in ruins,
It looked less like snow,
And more like ash.

God Iā€™m going to miss you.
Rat
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Rat  24/Non-binary/Portland, Oregon
(24/Non-binary/Portland, Oregon)   
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