You’re such
a special snowflake,
aren’t you?
Whipped up
by winter gales
into a multitude,
fierce and strong,
driven
into enemy faces,
blinding,
stabbing,
burning,
with a million deadly shards of ice.
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Poems to Save the World
A version of this poem first appeared on Bluesky. Whispered into the acoustic sensors of the sleeping dreaming android, it prompted the electric sheep to generate one more tomorrow…
