The Snowy Grave

The last bits of that red, orange, and yellow, buried 'neath the white.

By Lizzy RosePublished 4 months ago • 1 min read

Photo by Alessandro Trovato on Unsplash

I held you, bleeding,

joyful and optimistic,

'til the snowy grave.

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Lizzy Rose

I am a poet, fiction/fantasy writer, as well as a cosplayer and cover singer on Tiktok, Instagram and Youtube. You can find me elsewhere at the link below!

https://linktr.ee/lizzyrose12

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The last bits of that red, orange, and yellow, buried 'neath the white.

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