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Nov 2016
everything is bathed in white
less pure than summer,
muddier, grey but piercing.
the drab and dragging cold
reaches through to touch bone
and turns everything to slush.
for once in a long while,
everyone is as muted as I.
Written by
CastorPolydeuces  Montana
     jordan, ---, Aniseed, Anthony Perry, Born and 5 others
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