Lost In this World

i live in a house made of snow. my ice crystal fortress, my glittering dream. with cold hands and colder feet i sit inside, letting the soft white fluff settle on my hair and on my eyelashes. i hum songs. 
when the sun climbs high it makes my house glow. it makes my house shine. it makes my house melt. my windows are melting my doors are melting my walls are melting and i am crying. 

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