Snowflake thoughts dissolve on my tongue.
Social airs contaminate my sentiment until all is lost.
I long for you to simply read my mind.
Catch the thought before it is polluted,
and before it is decoded with a forged key.
My thoughts are too fragile to grasp;
they melt before they can be realized.
I am a perfect malfunction; a flawless error.
I am erased; the shavings brushed away.
I am so suddenly devastated.
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