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No two snow flakes ever look the same,
yet inside they are all as cold as a hot dame,
falling down because some guy hijacked em like a plane,
pretending that the guy was good and defending him sane,

you're the only one on flight fall with a parachute,
ripping out my heart like a dentist to a rotten root,
so you open the emergency exit putting everyone on mute,
all the men on the planes last thought of you was, cute,

so down you go without a single glance back,
kept the shoe boxes full of poems so you bought a shoe rack,
imagining yourself opening any letter from that stack,
and thats when the falling debris starts to attack,

you remember one specifically as the one you killed,
more a lover so he could never fight without strong will,
now you feel as helpless as him as deaths wish is fulfilled,
and debris punctures your chute making sure your heart is chilled.