From Me, To You
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From Me, To You

Grasping

You are no more special than any other snowflake that falls upon my hand.

Why then does your mere existence make being me such joy when I gaze upon you?

For I know you will surely melt away as all others do in my warmth.

I grasp harder hoping that my grip will freeze you in eternity marked upon my skin.

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