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A blanket of white
Falls over the bare, grey lands.
I look through the glass.
It looks so perfect,
It feels so much like heaven
And that makes me scared.
This is so, so wrong.
Nothing should be that perfect.
Anything...nothing...
"It is too perfect."
I feel even more lonely.
I can never match.
"Nothing is perfect."
He said to me, hence my shock.
"Not even the snow."
He took my cold hand
And led me to Wonderland,
Laughing all the while.
As I glanced upwards,
The snow continued to fall,
Creating more smiles.
We both continued
As we walked through the white snow,
One step at a time.