Her Soul

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Her soul peels and chips like the old lead paint of the window sills she use to look out of as a child.

She stands so still.

Almost stoic like, as she watches the snow fall from the white canvas sky.

Each snow flake small and delicate like her emotions.

Smiling when the tiny white gems hit the ground and melt instantly.

How she wishes she could be like those beautiful flakes of snow.

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