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Feb 2014
The harshness of this winter
Has taken a hold on me
The cold has seeped it's way
Into my blood
And wrapped it's
Delicate fingers around
My bleeding heart
The frost traces
Intricate patterns
Across my worn skin
And freezes in tiny crystals
In my hair and eyelashes
My eyes know no warmth
They pierce with the chill
Of arctic winds
Ensnaring unsuspecting passerby
In a caressing grip
The flame has gone out of me
Replaced by sheer ice
My frostbitten heart
Pumps only icicles
Slicing through my body
Building up walls
Made of crystal
Mattea Marie
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Mattea Marie
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