It broke once—or twice
Oh so delicate she thought
Snow is prettier frozen
You thought it was a mind trick
Being played like a piano
Pulse in my fingers—rosey
Cold nose; Proud I once was
Vain never to be found
You forgot and so did I
Words streamed like rivers
Flowing with no control
Paint my face—don't use tears
It's cold but you're here
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