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Frozen ground, frozen heart.
Art falling out of its frame as I tumble down, down, down.
Golden hair everywhere, arms splayed open like the angel of death.
I exhale, and can feel the breath being sucked out of me by the trees, craving any bit of carbon dioxide they can salvage.
A thin layer of frost covers the grass. Tendrils upon tendrils of interlacing threads weave together to create a pattern. The lacy dress of a snow queen trembles with the heat.
Falling off the edge sometimes.
Trying to balance on this tipping world, but tumbling,
tumbling down onto the
harsh solid ground.
About the Creator
Cas! .
Small town guy with big dreams.
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