She sprinted into your heart even though it was a fortress of ice. She let you feel the warmth in her, even when she froze from your touch. She was a violent wind that forced the trees to sing when it was ages since they spoke a word. But even their harmonized moves or their desperate cries did you heed cause it was long since you made friends with the quiet and the cold. One day though, in the stillness of the night next to a body that's as cold as yours, you'll miss the symphony she used to play for you. You'll miss the rushing girl.
Zophar Moses
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