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Dec 2024
I walk in the cold
and watch the snow fall

Snowflakes burning my lips,
kissing my skin
landing in my hair
stick to my lashes

I wish I could admire every single one
take the time to see their shape
know them deeply
love them generously
as I want done to me
Yes, the cold can be harsh, but it's a sign I'm alive.
Zazu
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Zazu  18/F/in chaos
(18/F/in chaos)   
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