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Nov 2016
Somehow, the frost gave him warmth
It was his only companion
Through a winter's wasteland

Any whisper he would mutter
Would dissipate into a cloud of mist
Fleeing his lips,
Chasing the frozen sun above.
Only the prairie of snow heard his cries
He knew the winter would listen

So, he kept plowing
Through a world void of life and colour
While he tried to escape his own
Written by
     Andromeda, John Hawkins, NV, Dovey and DivineDao3
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