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Oct 2011
no birds fly about the sky;
all the flowers start to die.
the frost grows upon the ground;
snowflakes fall upon my crown.
take the power in my hand;
peer my eyes upon great land.
covered in a white blanket;
wondering if our love can make it.
this winter grows on me;
telling me to become the cold.
i fall for the trick;
i grew like ice;
so **** thick..
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