flaked cold bits of absence
no two alike
melting into tears
when on my skin they alight
blades of warmth
set with the sun
whose rays have fade
into colors and run
when passion has froze
gathered into fears
its nature transposed
frozen into tears
you think i would know
i've questioned the years
and seen the white snow
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