from the sky

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my hands around your neck,
lips to skin.

with the upmost care,
you utter the words we could not dare to speak,
you've found something more beautiful,
white, pure snow.

it was unlike me,
with a light gray cast.

to you now,
i've simply melted away,
i turned to water.

and baby please remember,
you always need water.

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