Snowflake
You are a snowflake.
Stinging my skin with your cold touch.
Freezing my heart,
Making my eyes hot with fresh tears.
Every one, a different kind.
It’s impossible for you
To melt from my mind.
Every time I reach out
You can’t stay.
You just melt away.
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