𖣔 PHASE I 𖣔

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Snowflakes falling on the ground,
Exiting her shivering state.
They fall on the leather bound,
Sealing her with the wrong fate.

There is ice in her eyes,
one that refuses to melt.
She covers it with lies,
Playing with the cards she had been dealt.

Warm hands break through the snow,
They grab her brittle body.
They warm her in their safe glow,
They taught her to be somebody.

The girl is warmer now,
Her smiles are real and good.
A small kiss of light on her brow,
It feels nice to be understood.

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