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This poem, like the Shadow Prompts, was written based off a one-word prompt and for a specific role-play character. |
| Snow |
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| Blinding without colour |
| It tickles the face, |
| Bites down the neck, |
| Vanishes on the tongue like air. |
| It crunches under feet, |
| Squeaks on the branches, |
| Muffles any sound not its own. |
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