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Mar 2015
The weight of winter wallows here, young one.
Even in the summer, my tears have froze.
Never let it chill your soul, find the sun,
stray from the shade where madness tends to grow.

I have wept and whined, the cold disobeys.
My heart belongs where heat kisses my skin.
Trap me in the ice and I shall decay
as I did years ago when I grew thin.

But dark, frigid times have taught me plenty.
I now encourage others to prosper.
Show kindness to scared little saplings
and then watch them grow into their armor.

I had let myself frost, blinded by cold,
but I now know fortune favors the bold.
Alex Hunter
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