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Garnet

She pulled the heirloom

from her throat

anger, stuck her thumb:

that's never happened before

a sharp object, old, odd, circular

upon the crusted snow

a single bead .

nothing more

02.10.2024

Blood bounces off snow challenge @AJAY9979

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