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by Chelsea Wozniak, 14, Blythwood, South Carolina

It's dark
And I'm still.
My friends whisper frosty salutations.
I shiver in return.
Bright, radiant light blinds me
As I am captured by a giant's fingers.
The heat scorches me,
I slide from the hand and crash to the floor,
Shattering into a thousand tears.
Now I can only wait for a quiet death.

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