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12.17.2009

Let it snow
























There's a snowball stuck in my throat.
Every time I breathe in,
a tiny little bit of ice fills me
and freezes all that I once aimed to be.
All of my insides are white and cold,
just as snow
just as though I’m nothing more
than a snowman,
just standing here
waiting to melt.

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