light white snowflakes accumulate in my head,
pristine, innocent, and magical,
individually ephemeral, but as it snows they build up.
i build a snow man out of them, beautiful and perfect and everlasting
just the way i think the world thinks a snow man should be.
i talk to the snow man and it grows, it grows into me.
nature and the world soon take my enchanting winter away,
and the snowman slowly melts. each beautiful lie dying one by one,
until nothing is left in its place.
my head is empty. i have gone away.
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