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Snow Blind

This Empty Flow

Angels of warmth
ice cold inside
white of yours
growing on me


the air is thin
I want to be gone
it is about
to slip from my hands


I want you
I don't want you
I seem to fall
I cannot see


make me blind broken shattered
make me blind snow on me cover me








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