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Snowflake

I hate that you matter so much to me

when I am just a piece of falling ice.

Individuality can’t suffice

If my cracked design leaves me so empty.

Are you surprised my goal is to entice

when all you entertain are men and mice?

If you weren’t so cold I could be free.


Embers last as long as a snowflake falls

and though iridescence is Beauty’s light,

Ivory falls beyond these castle walls.

With enough kindling my flame will burn bright

enough to glimpse your polished marble halls.

Do you regret grooming me to be your Night?


 
 
 

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