Snow

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The wind whirled

As wet flakes covered lips

A body in pieces

The white earth no longer

innocent,

Candy canes drawn with artful

eyes,

Sin glances bitterly

She knows loss

She knows regret

She knows nothing at all

Her soul now washed

Each guilty word now a dot of

blood,

They dance in hell's warm

hands,

I watched her drop

My destroyed memories

Float among the clouds

I took one step

Just one step

My foot now covered in blood

You have been shunned

Her last battle cry

The cry of defeat

Sin is not me

She was a protection

A darkness that held true

I kiss her wet lips

Tears gently falling

The first winter snow

Washed my soul

Washed my soul

Washed my soul

Sin now cleansed

She is but a distance memory

Among bloody candy canes

Always forgotten

But never gone

Never truly gone

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