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Dec 2015
The cold so sharp
I see my breath
As I walk along
The land of death
Taking pictures
Of every grave
Trying to make sure
Each memory's saved

The frostbite blackens my soul
As I embrace the bitter cold
But this is love
Life
And perfection
I love these dreadful days

They make me smile
Such an evil smile
That the sun goes down
Causing the cold to grow
And the whole world frowns

The cemetery in December Something I'll always remember
It's a cold so fierce
That it shatters my life
And allows a fresh start
When the new year begins Defrosting my heart
So I may love again
I wrote this one year ago today, and I just came across it.
Arlo Disarray
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