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FALLING
-Pratishtha Jindal
The world was cold
and our breaths
were like clouds
drifting on earth.
Even though the world
was stealing our warmth,
you and I,
we became
snow flowers.
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-Pratishtha Jindal
The world was cold
and our breaths
were like clouds
drifting on earth.
Even though the world
was stealing our warmth,
you and I,
we became
snow flowers.