oh glittery snow,
wrap your delicate selves around my skin,
slip secretly between the strands of my hair!
embrace me until i cannot breathe,
help me ease this tension built up between my brows.
yes, i love him i love him i love him.
i climbed mount fuji and screamed it out.
my voice turned soft, melted into a million cherry blossom pedals.
fifty miles away, a plucked flower wilts,
but i know three others have grown in its place, and together they are prettier than the first.
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