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Feb 2022
Snowflakes melt when they touch her hand.
She wonders if she's inhabitable.
She wonders if they sense she's not worthy.
She wonders if she pales in comparison to 'one of a kind'.

It doesn't occur to her that it might be
Her warmth.
Written by
Azure  19/F
(19/F)   
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     Zoe Mae and Vanessa Gatley
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