Snowflakes

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Faint words of familiar sentiments falling
upon my heart and mind; the language
conjured spirits from my past.

I looked for the bottle
but all I could find was regret.

So much confusion within the chaos;
my flesh burns from the sting of scorpions,
they cannot understand what I’ve been through
nor will they understand what I am
putting them through.

It’s beginning to feel like winter.

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