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the first snow fell in strings, she held onto barren trees and empty pavements a farewell to fall ticks have passed along with the creaks on the floor and midnights. and stories waters start to freeze as the thoughts go through the door memories became smoke she stares up while the skies are white clutched her cardigan for the warmth, for her soul in her ribs, she could feel in her eyes and her will

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