as she lay down,
in the middle of the snow,
under the moon,
she let her self die,
when the sun rose,
there was only a cold empty shell,
of what had once been,
she took what was left,
and buried it with the rest of her heart.
in the middle of the snow,
under the moon,
she let her self die,
when the sun rose,
there was only a cold empty shell,
of what had once been,
she took what was left,
and buried it with the rest of her heart.
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