melt to
The edges of Yuki's soul went first, merging with the memories in the air around her. With every breath, she coud feel her soul grow lighter. I don't want to go yet, she wanted to say. But the words had left her so long ago that she could not even remember that they once held meaning. |
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snow falls / thick in / urgent flurries / an individual only / from sky to ground / crystal edges / melt to / murky puddles |
the word is / the sound / of water / dripping from/ ancient symbols / tiny particles / of merging / realities
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