She walks with grace, like the wind in snow
Never knowing where she's going
Only knowing that she must go
Her feet are bare and her eyes are bright
But her skin is paler than freshly fallen snow
Perhaps that's why her nails are like caught stars
Lips grey as the rainy skies
Rain not clear but blood red when poured
She quivers in shock not in fear but in cold
Cold air fills her lungs but her breast do not move
Her muscles stiff, like rocks pushing against currents
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