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This Time of Year Can Be Cruel

We're crumbling apart from the inside

And our bodies have grown cold

The snow is starting to settle in

As we close our doors

As the winter freezes me over

 

This earth remains still

The absence of activity is almost eerily fit

I'm cursing a ghost as it glimmers by

I hate it for it's intangibility

More than anything,

I want it to tell me everything's okay,

 

that the warmth in this solitude is not the only fleeting comfort

 

But this winter is far from over

Mirrors on every icy street corner

Threaten to black out my very life

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devyn-batchelder
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Published
Dec 31, 2013
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