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Soon, vines made their way around my heart, holding on to a life I had lost at the sight of her back. It held me in place long enough that in that moment, my chest had forgotten how to dance. It could only push through with snow instead with it's natural warmth, leaving me cold. And my body was slowly becoming an ocean, bruised and wrinkled and it was then had I realized I was drowning with not knowing how to swim to a shore that was before my eyes. I was too weak from the current that rode against me and troubled for I was the sight of blue.

 Without her golden burn, her ambient gestures, her honest eyes, I was left to dwell in a cave of glaciers at which nibbled at my resentment only, nothing other. Her memory became a shiver, a shiver that locked me in a winter abyss, a shiver of a single tear that was for my love.
 Crystalized, her name was my final thought.

And her words were my final testament.