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The falling snow
Has lost its magic
It was once, long ago
An enchantment, brightly lit
Falling from the swirling sky
Now needles sharp
Hit my frozen face
Tearing me apart
Until I cannot taste
The sugar-snowflakes of youth
Finally, I’m home
Just to find you
Picking at my bones
You’re saying I have to
STOP TAKING EVERYTHING FOR GRANTED
I need to stop
Stop needing you
Or else I will drop
Dead and you’ll say, “I knew,
She’d forget Thanksgiving.”
...oh, dear...