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Dec 2019
Boredom blankets thoughts
like snow muffled fields
Not growing anything this time of year.
The cold shakes us
To remind us it’s here
Sharp ice sneaks down
The once warm river
You can't blame nature
For fighting back
For hating us
And everything
Is quiet
And everyone is sleeping
With their eyes wide open
So this is winter
So this is life
As sharp as a knife
Skin cracks
And lips bleed

A humane need.
Written by
Mims  19/F/Time Machine
(19/F/Time Machine)   
     Anonymous Freak, b e mccomb and ---
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