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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1264133
Written as part of a game in the chat room.
Watching snow fall from a tree
because the leaves are withered,
I shiver.

It's cold here,
in the winter,
and my shirtsleeves stiffen with it

so I can't move my arms
to wave goodbye.

I guess I'll see you
at the wake.
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