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The First Day of December

brings ghosts with the snow.

The fall of the fallow water

that turns to sleet,

then ice

then sleet

then ice again,

and only takes things with it.

Ashes fell lighter than the flakes

that caused this

and floated into the stream of tears

filled by the frozen sky crying,

taking everything.

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