By: dcianci (School of Physics and Astronomy)
Competition Year: 2016
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and you let it go?
A crunch of snow from behind and the quiet brushing of powder from her hips;
A tired exhale -
One last vye for attention. I meet her gaze as the land splits.
And I let myself melt into the earth.