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Transcript:
My snowstorm wraps his frozen arms around my shoulders.
His heavy clouds lean over my stone-covered knees.
My saltwater tears turn solid with one touch while a gust
dislodges my skin's intruders. He lays a heavy blanket
over me, tucks me in, lulls me to
sleep. Wake up, dear snow angel.
Icicles stab through my esophagus. Snow fills my lungs.
My storm burns my face with sharp flakes.
My calm storm, pleasant storm, simple storm flees.
Who will remove the rocks from my knees?

~JessTheWolf 🐺