Snow

Frozen, white, and cold

 

Snow falls

 

Where ever she falls,

she leaves a mark.

 

Then suddenly she is coming close

to the mouth of a young boy

 

She knows what is to come.

 

She lets out one last breath

as she feels his hot breath surround her.

 

She feels herself melting.

 

She lets go.

 

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