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Feb 9
How long wait for sun?
Darkness starts to stun.
Cold bites have begun,
The heater blows cold.
The worst cold foretold.
So cold, the north pole.
A wait to console...
a plea to my soul.

Words cold in my mouth.
Deep ice yet there's drought.
I'd die if it's south.
Dark veils, sun deferred
Polar nights, I heard.
Survival blurred.
Death has a threshold.
As cold nights unfold.
Written by
Maclawrence Famuyiwa  48/Androgynous/Nigeria
(48/Androgynous/Nigeria)   
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       Jimmy silker, --- and Immortality
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