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frost forms snowflakes which
fall slowly not anxiously with
fearlessness so different
from how falling for you was
for your frosty days burn me
from the inside out as I
fell much too fast.
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About the Creator
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
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