Chance

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So scared,
alone,
shivering in the cold.
Her heart is broken.
Tattered, torn.
With all her thoughts left unspoken,
weeping with pain.

Nightmares can't haunt her now.
It's only the bitter frost,
her eyes slipping,
she loses as they close.
Yet, seems to win
dreaming he's giving her a perfect rose.
She wakes,
warm and happy,
she forgets the bitter cold.





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