Melt

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(short poem. adamai's pov about naz.)

Find me in the snow and ash of a field stained with blood. Find me asleep in the flakes that pile around me like a shroud, with hands folded over my chest like a person long gone. Take me in your arms and breathe life into me, connect my lips with your own. Find me in your own embrace, in the guilt that weighs down your eyes, that hangs from you like webs, the prey of Arachne. Wake me from my slumber, wake me from my ignorance, let me brush those webs from you and for a moment, absolve you of your guilt. Kiss me with your lips that taste of sorrow and I will melt, like the snow you believe me to be. Melt me, I beg. Melt me, melt me, miss me.

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