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I bear the snowflakes,
cutting through my veins
their icy chill like knives,
leaving scars all over,
deep cut wounds oozing no cell sap

Already frozen, a brittle leaf,
I fall down to earth making a thud

All I need, a blanket of love, transferring warmth,
though I am aware,
my glorious days are far over
my pristine glory will never return.

But bid me adieu, in a respectable way
hold me tight in your embrace,
caress my cheeks for a while
rub my face with your warm palms,
I wish not to go into a mound
without a few tears.

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