MyBunnySnowflake
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The gentle fall of silver flakes
Within my head a image does make
How can it be so cold and cruel
When it is the one true rule
The frost that covers these frozen lands
The sting of hail as it hits my hands
My heart feels so empty whenever you're not near
I wish from deep inside of me, you can always be here
I know though that you would soon grow sick, glued unto my side
As my aura slowly kills everything aside
