Her last breath (IV)

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Her last breath
Was in front of the sunset.
She stood in the breeze
Between two birch trees.
A winter wonderland
But she acts as if it's sand,
Wearing no coat
Air caught in her throat.

Her last breath
With the sunset.
One last snow speck
With a rope around her neck.

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