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Jan 8
I touched the fragile snow,
watched it slowly melt,
and what I did not know
soon after, I felt
my fingers were no longer cold
but ignited in feverish flame
yet they refused to let go
and continue to hold
the scorching snow
just the same
Veronica
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Veronica  18/F
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