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Not Here
Snow falling,
far, and misted into distant frosty air.
Cold and wet.
Breath extends,
in twists and dances.
Shapes like swimming fish.
I make a wish, and look for you,
but you're not there.
I follow old steps,
dragged into long cuts.
Grey stone beneath.
A statue of your friend greets me.
There's no one left.
Just me, and fear,
and ice, dead and clear.
I remember you,
but you're not here.
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