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 Jun 11 Lava
Hot Fire
Hail
 Jun 11 Lava
Hot Fire
Your name feels like a northern breeze,
A kiss of cold upon my sleeve
Not meant to stay, but still it clings,
Like winter's hush that won't quite leave.

You never see the way I turn
To catch the shimmer when you pass.
Just snow that settles where it's still
Not bold, not bright… but built to last.

— The End —