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May 2017
They sent the chills
And it was snowing terribly
Icicles for weapons
Snowballs and a mighty blizzard

An avalanche
Degrees dropped beyond belief
Trapped in an iceberg
Locked in the cold

Frozen solid
Floated away
Frostbitten skin
Down into the bones

I think...
However...
They had forgotten...
...That I am *
made of fire
Written by
archwolf-angel
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